Then he kissed her, and all her apprehension melted with the heat of his mouth.
When she pulled away, she made a quick grab for the binder, then tossed it through the open window of her truck hard enough to hit the passenger’s window before it bounced to the seat.
He tilted his head with a smirk. “You know that doesn’t mean you win.”
“Depends on the rules of the game.”
“I’m just going to go in there and get it.”
She’d done it as a tongue-in-cheek way of taking a little control back, and they both knew it. “Whatever.”
He lifted one brow. “That your rig?”
“Yeah,” she said, walking backward toward the hub. “Wanna make something of it?”
“Yeah. I do.” He grinned, and the sight made her stomach float. “Later.”
“I’ll hold you to it.”
23
Miranda woke to the feel of Jack’s long, lean, naked body stretched along the back of hers. His morning erection pressed against her ass, making her smile.
Their weekend together had been amazing. Jack spent his days with his family at home, his evenings with Miranda’s family and friends around the firepit, and his nights in Miranda’s bed. Gypsy had stayed in Elaina’s trailer, giving Miranda and Jack the much-needed time and space to smooth the rough waters between them and connect on an even deeper level.
Now, she stretched, rubbing against him like a cat.
Jack groaned, tightened his arm at her waist, and kissed her neck. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, baby.”
She wrapped her arm back and around his head, sinking her fingers into his hair. “What makes you think I can’t finish it?”
“The time.”
Time? Miranda cut a look at the bedside clock. “Shit.”
Jack’s chuckle vibrated against her skin. But when she threw the covers back, he tightened his arm around her and murmured, “Be late.”
“I’m already going to be late.”
“Then you may as well be really late.”
She laughed, pulled his arm away, and rolled out of reach. Jack exhaled sharply, slumping against the bed with a sound of disappointment.
After a two-minute shower, she pulled on her work clothes while Jack lounged in her bed, watching, barely covered by a sheet. All she wanted to do was sink back in beside him.
She sat on the edge of the bed and pushed into her work boots. “Can I send you final numbers on Roman’s offer after I talk it all through with Gypsy tonight? I’d like another set of eyes. The thought of taking that kind of money makes me want to throw up.”
Jack reached out and clasped his hand over her jean-clad thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Absolutely. But you’ve got this, baby. And, it’s just the beginning. I’m so excited for you.”
She leaned back to give him a kiss goodbye, only to end up beneath him and breathless. “Oh my God.” She pushed against his chest and rolled to her feet. “You’re so going to get me fired.”
He propped his head in his hand, grinning as she grabbed her lunch, wallet, and phone. “I have a feeling you won’t be at Pinnacle much longer, by your own choice.”
With everything in her hands, she leaned over the bed to give him one more kiss, escaping just as he tried to pull her down again. She walked out the door with a whole new view of how big her world had grown over the past few weeks with Jack, Gypsy, and Roman now in the mix.
She opened the door of her truck and tossed her things onto the passenger’s seat before grabbing the handle above the door and pulling herself into the driver’s seat.
“Miranda, wait.”