Blown Away: A Small Town Military Romance (The Moore Brothers Book 1) (9 page)

Finally, a little after seven, her phone buzzed in her hand. Juliet actually laughed out loud at the text.  

Tower, this is Ghost Rider requesting a flyby...

First Wizard of Oz, now Top Gun? Could he be any more the man of my dreams?
She picked up the phone, still laughing, and tapped out her response.

Negative Ghost Rider, the pattern is full...

Pleased with herself, she snapped the phone shut and waited for his response. It only took a few seconds for a new text to come in and when it did, Juliet didn't know how to take it.

Well, at least we can say we tried. Sorry it didn't work out.

Wait, what? What does that mean? Juliet waited for another response, some clue as to whether or not Ian was joking. He had to be joking, right? Here she was, in
his
house. Waiting for him to come by so they could begin renovations. There's no way he was going to ditch her, kick her out. Right? She waited longer than she wanted for a follow up text that never came. Irritated at the uncertainty fluttering around her belly, she picked up her phone and sent him a text.

What do you mean?

She knew, or at least most of her knew, that she was being silly and irrational. But the longer she waited for his response, the more nervous she became. She had the phone open in her hand when Ian’s response came in.

You just told me I wasn't welcome. I wanted to come help, but you said no.

Still a little unsure as to whether or not he was joking, Juliet tapped out a quick response.

I said no such thing, silly.

And then, while she waited for his response, staring at the phone as if she could physically will his answer to come in faster, tires crunched on her driveway and the throaty rumble of a four wheel drive engine startled Lulu, who’d fallen asleep on Juliet’s lap. She looked up, laughing nervously at herself as Ian parked his truck and hopped out.

“You most certainly did say no,” he said, arching an eyebrow and shutting the door with a heavy thunk. Lulu ran up to him, yipping and yapping her greeting. “Mornin’ Chopper.” Ian reached down and scratched her between the ears.

Juliet stood, inwardly chastising herself for the surge of anxiety his texts had brought her.
Ian is not Michael
, she reminded herself. “I said no such thing silly boy.” Juliet joined him near the truck in case he needed help carrying anything. “You hit me with a Top Gun quote, so I hit you with a Top Gun quote back.”

“Yeah, and my quote was me asking for permission to come by. Your quote? You told me no. I don't like being told no, you realize that, don’t you?”

“It's all very tough and strong to make comments like that, you know,” said Juliet. “But let’s be honest. No one likes to be told no. So you can put your little macho, tough man act aside.”

He flipped open the tailgate and unveiled a mess of tools and wood and who knows what other kinds of renovating materials that Juliet didn’t have names for. “You think this is an act? You saying you don’t think I’m a man?” He drew a huge saw out of the truck. “This is a man’s tool, Juliet.”

Juliet widened her eyes and made a surprised face. “It’s so big and long!”

“You better believe it is.”

She took the toolbox he handed her and held out the other hand to indicate she could take something else. “So, Mr. Manly Man, I don't know what you call early out here in Bliss, South Carolina, but seven a.m.? It's not that. I've been up since four, ready to go, just waiting on your lazy ass.”

Ian hoisted several long pieces of wood onto a shoulder and grunted under their weight. “Four a.m., huh?”

“Yep. That's how we get up early in the city. Not this silly, after the sun’s already up stuff.”

“And how do you think you’ll feel come lunchtime?” Ian led the way around to the back of the house and Juliet followed. “You think you’ll still be rip-roaring, ready to go? Ready to work like a man, with a man?” He dropped the wood near the deck and it clattered onto the ground while Ian flexed and contorted his body like a bodybuilder, even going so far as to growl.

Juliet placed the toolbox down on the ground and shook her head, trying to look disapproving while her heart jumped up and down gleefully, inviting the butterflies in her stomach to join in. This man, this wonderful man. Everything felt okay when she was with him. Better than okay. Easy. Right. Natural. She swallowed and squashed those thoughts.
You’re just his latest project, remember? Another puppy who needed saving. Enjoy him, but don’t get too attached.
“Is everything a competition with you?” she asked, pushing all those thoughts away because they made her feel sad. And she was so tired of feeling sad.

“Why do you ask? You afraid of losing?”

Juliet laughed. “I don't think I even know how to lose. Not sure that's happened to me very frequently.”

“New town, new home, new guy, new rules.” Ian turned and faced the water, watched the morning sun glisten and gleam like diamonds scattered across the surface. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in through his nose.

Juliet wasn't sure what to make of that last comment. New guy? Did that mean he considered himself a replacement for her old guy? That was a little presumptuous of him, considering she wasn't even in the market for a new guy.

Oh, come on now
, she told herself,
you spent the whole night fantasizing about his body, going on and on and on about his kindness, even gossiped with Ellie Charles about his past and then touched yourself in the shower, thinking about him. I think you can cut the guy a little slack if he's busy doing something similar with you.
Besides, thinking about him thinking about her the way she’d been thinking of him felt damn good.

Turned out Ian intended to tear apart the old porch and replace a lot of the rotting wood with new wood. Juliet had anticipated hard work, but this was grueling. And while Ian did the majority of the hardest work himself, Juliet was definitely sweaty and tired by the time afternoon rolled around. They only took a short break for lunch, and there wasn’t much conversation at that point. They were both too busy just trying to get food into their mouths so they could get back to work, that talking was pointless.

After lunch, Ian took off his shirt and it proved to be just as magnificent as Juliet had hoped. She’d had her hands on him twice now, once the first night they’d met when she’d tried to brush sand from his chest. And then again yesterday when she’d reached up to hug him after he told her about the house. She had known he was going to be impressive without his shirt on, but that still didn't prepare her for the truth of Ian Moore in the flesh. It took every ounce of her considerable willpower not to just stand and gawk for minutes on end. He was so. damn. beautiful. His abs rippled as he bent and shifted, that delicious little v near his waistband making her wonder what he had hiding in his pants. His biceps flexed as he lifted and hoisted, as he wielded his hammer and saw.

By the time Ian called it quits, Juliet hurt in places she didn't know she could hurt. Even her eyes stung from the sweat that kept dripping past her eyebrows. She had slammed her fingers with hammers. She had chipped and pulled her fingernails, grabbing at nails in the wood. Her hair plastered itself to her face with sweat and what little makeup she had put on that morning had to be smeared all across her face.

Juliet was a little disappointed with herself. She’d wanted to impress him with her ability to adjust and learn quickly. She’d wanted to be invaluable help. Right there. Ready to take on any task Ian gave her. That hadn't been the case. She’d had to ask what the names of tools meant, she hadn't been able to lift some of the larger pieces of wood by herself, and she had no ability to use a power tool in the least. All in all, she was feeling pretty worthless right about now.

Ian leaned on the deck railing and stared out towards the sea. “I'll be honest with you,” he said, handing Juliet a bottle of water he’d brought out earlier. “I didn't expect you to be much help at all. I'd say you just taught me a lot about what to expect out of a New Yorker.” Ian swiped a hand across his brow and then rubbed that hand over the back of his pants.

I bet that butt feels as magnificent as it looks
.

“You’re sweet to try and make me feel good,” she said, trying to ignore the indecent thoughts parading through her head. “But go right ahead and call it like it was. That was hard and I wasn't any good at it. I was in the way more than anything.”

“You're something else, you know that? When I got here today, did you know anything about what we were doing? Did you know the names of any of those tools? Did you even know how to properly swing a hammer?”

Juliet hung her head and swiped a bit of damp hair out of her eyes. “No. Not really.”

“But you do now don't you?”

“Kind of. I mean I could show you which screwdriver goes to which screw, and I could tell you what that circular saw over there does, and I now know that just because you make all that wood look light and easy to carry, it doesn't mean it
is
light and easy to carry.”

“There's a joke in there, but I'm gonna let it slide. Be a gentleman and all that.”

“And what if I’m not interested in a gentleman?” Juliet had no idea she was going to say that until it was out of her mouth and now, there it was, hanging in the air between them like a window into her dirty little inner self.

Ian stared at her, his mouth hanging open, hunger burning in his eyes. Juliet’s whole world shrunk down into this one moment, the space between her breaths. Her chest heaved, and her heart thundered away as if it wanted Ian’s attention all to itself. He licked his lips and dropped his gaze to her mouth. Silence hung between them, punctuated by the crash of the waves on the beach until finally, Lulu started barking at them from behind the back door.

“Oh no!” Juliet wrenched her eyes off Ian’s bare chest and swallowed. “She’s been locked inside all day. I hope she hasn’t had an accident.” She bit her lip and made an apologetic face at Ian before she scrambled up the steps to let the dog out. As soon as she was out from under the weight of his gaze, she could take a full breath again.

What had she been thinking, saying that to him? On one hand it was true, she liked things rough, but if her experience with Michael taught her anything, she most definitely wanted a gentlemen over a possessive ego-maniac. Oh man, she could just imagine all the things Ian must be thinking about her right now.

Lulu bolted past her feet as soon as she got the door open and Juliet was just going to head straight into the house, making an excuse about checking for accidents. But Ian grabbed her arm, his grip forceful but not hurtful, stopping her in her tracks and pulling her back outside. He spun her around to face him and put his other hand on the side of her face, sliding his fingers up into the loose tendrils of hair that had escaped from her ponytail. And then he pressed his lips to hers, his mouth claiming hers for his own. His stubble scraping the soft skin around her mouth. Juliet welcomed the kiss, parting her lips and Ian’s tongue slid inside. Her entire body felt hot and alive with desire and she slid her hands up into his hair. He groaned into her mouth and let go of her arm, letting his hands slide down to cup her ass, pressing her hips forward into him, so she could feel how hard he was through his jeans. Juliet’s panties got damp, feeling the evidence of his arousal like that.

He smelled like sweat and cologne and felt so strong and hard, his body pressed against her curves. Juliet wanted more. She wanted him to grab her breasts. Tangle his fingers in her hair. She wanted her hands on his dick, to stroke his hard length and feel him grow harder still.

Ian grabbed her ponytail and wrapped her long hair around his hand, yanked down on it so that her head tilted back. She gasped through her open mouth and he trailed kisses down her jawline to her neck and then to the soft spot at her throat. “Like that?” he muttered against her skin and pressed his hips into her, using his hands to press her body into his.

“Yes,” she whispered to the sky, “like that.”

From what sounded like a million miles away, Lulu started barking. And barking. And barking some more. Juliet slowly came to the realization that the dog had left the back yard and had found her way out to the beach. She pulled out of Ian’s arms and saw the terrier running back and forth, telling the ocean exactly what she thought about it. “Damnit,” she murmured, stepping out of Ian’s arms. He turned and saw what had stolen her attention and shook his head.

“Fucking Lulu.”

Chapter Twelve

Ian

As Juliet ran after the dog, Ian got himself all put back to rights. Adjusted his pants to make room for his raging hard on, took a deep breath, and ran his hands through his hair. It hadn’t been easy working next to Juliet all day. Well, not that it’d been particularly hard, either. But he couldn’t help but stare at her, nor could he help but notice that she kept staring at him. When she made that comment about not wanting a gentlemen, his dick had twitched to life and practically ordered him to bend her over the rail and fuck her until she begged for mercy. It was only the memory of those pictures—the look in her eyes, the bruises on her arms—that kept him from actually doing it. Well, that, plus the fact that he wasn’t at all interested in taking her against her will.

That kiss though? That’d told him that she was very willing, that not only did she want him as much as he wanted her, but she might be exactly the kind of woman he was looking for. Someone who liked it a little rough, someone who wanted a man to take charge and tell her how it was going to be.

But it went deeper than that. She might be more than simply compatible in bed. She might be the kind of woman he was looking for in all ways. Strong enough to take care of herself, but willing to let down her guard and let him take care of her, too. Eager to help, ready to anticipate his needs and act on them. To give him everything, every last part of her without holding anything back.