Blown Away: A Small Town Military Romance (The Moore Brothers Book 1) by Abby Brooks Page B

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