Page 16 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Trouble.”
“Trouble?” she asks, quirking a brow.
I take another step, water splashing right in front of my work boots. “You are trouble with a capital T if I’ve ever met one.”
“You seem like you could handle some trouble, though.” She smirks.
If you only knew, baby girl.
I lunge for the hose, but she’s fast. Water splashes across my shirt and pants. My hand wraps around hers, angling the hose toward her.
She shudders as the cool water cascades down her body, then steps back until she runs into the side of the house.
“What did I say? Trouble.”
Somehow, she angles the hose up, spraying me in the face. My hair sticks to the side of my face. I wrestle the hose away from her, tossing it away from us. The water runs out onto the grass.
With one of my hands, I pin both of hers above her head. With the other, I wipe my wet hair out of my eyes.
Her breaths come out in heavy pants as I step into her body, her delicate curves pressing into every hard plane of mine.
Her deep brown eyes blink up at me. Eyes that are anything but innocent. Lust written all over her face.
My thumb traces over the pulse point in her wrist, feeling it pound erratically. Wanting to feel her heartbeat from the source, I slowly reach my hand out.
I wait for a beat, seeing if she’ll tell me to stop before I press my palm over her heart. Her heart pounds even faster against my hand.
“Brooks,” she whimpers.Fuck.
“The best kind of trouble,” I whisper, moving my hand from over her heart to cup the side of her face. She bites her bottom lip, staring right at my mouth.
That’s all the encouragement I need before I press my lips to hers.
Her body softens into me as she kisses me back, her tongue teasing against my lips. I eagerly ease my mouth open, sliding my tongue against hers.
She whimpers into the kiss, and I pull back for a breath, only to lean in again for more.
I could kiss this girl forever. Who needs air when you can be kissing her?
With one last gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth, I rest my forehead against hers and release her hands that were still pinned above her head.
I expect them to fall to her sides, but she rests them against my chest.Keep touching me.
“I should go. I have to get to the softball game.”
“Right,” she says, but her hands press in even further against my soaked shirt.
Screw the game. There are a million other things I’d rather do with her instead.
I draw in a jagged breath. With every ounce of willpower I possess, I kiss her temple and step back from her.
I lean down, turning off the water that’s still soaking the lawn before I start to walk back to the truck. Then I pause, glancing at her over my shoulder.
“I’ll be seeing you, Trouble.”
She gives me a small smile from her same place against the house that she hasn’t budged from.
Turning away from her is physically painful.Now it all makes sense. This is why those two are so hung up on her.
