Taunting me.
Proving to me that she held the power here.
And fuck, if I didn’t want to take her home just to find out what other tricks she had up her sleeve.
But we were neighbors, and one night would not be what she expected. There would be dating. Dinners. Midnight phone calls, wondering when I would be home. Endless nagging that I had avoided all my life.
She was a woman I would love to sink my cock into, but it would never happen.
Not even if she begged.
20
JOSIE
He slidthe key in the lock and shoved the door open, inviting me into his home once again. I was determined not to do anything crazy, like creep into his room at night and strip naked.
The way he was holding my gaze at the bar had me thinking all kinds of dirty thoughts, down to the way his eyes would look as he went down on me. Would he enjoy it? Did he ever do that for a woman? Would he do it for me?
It was ridiculous to even think about it. We were neighbors, and if we crossed that line, where the hell would I sleep when my brother and his whore of a fiancée were busy burning up the sheets?
“You can take the couch.”
“Thanks,” I sighed, flopping down on it. “God, I’m so tired. What do you think the chances are that I’ll wake up in the morning and this will all be some bad dream?”
“Not very likely.”
I rolled to my side, instantly curling up in a ball, my eyes already drifting closed. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to sleep, but there was no way I was going over to my house to grab a single thing. I might smother her with a pillow if I did.
“Um…” He cleared his throat uncomfortably, shifting from one foot to the other. This was the most reaction I had seen out of him of any kind. “Did you want a shirt to sleep in or something?”
“Oh…” I glanced down at my clothes, already feeling the buttons from my jeans digging into my stomach. It was rather uncomfortable, and as much as I could tolerate nearly anything, sleeping in a bra was out of the question.
“You know, that would be great.”
“Right,” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll grab something.”
Without my own blanket wrapped around me tonight, I was left with very little to keep me warm. He had absolutely nothing around here to keep a person warm. How did he handle sitting in his living room without the comfort of a blanket?
Oh, that’s right. He didn’t sit in his living room. He didn’t watch TV. He didn’t do anything that might be considered fun and relaxing.
“Here,” he said, tossing me his shirt.
“Thanks. I’ll just be quick,” I said, skirting past him to the bathroom.
I felt disgusting. After fighting with Scarlet, sitting in a jail cell, and then hanging out in a greasy bar all night, I needed a shower, but would he be okay with that?
Cracking the door open, I peered into the hallway. “Uh…hey, do you mind if I take a quick shower?”
“Go ahead.”
I searched high and low for a towel, but the only one I found was hanging on the bar. Picking it up, I sniffed it, deciding it smelled clean enough. At least it wasn’t on the floor. Sawyer always left his towels laying around, whether on the back of chairs, crumpled on the floor, or on his bed. I was always picking up after him.
Stripping out of my clothes, I took the quickest shower imaginable, refusing to think of the way his eyes trailed over my face or the way he twisted my hair between his fingers. Those kinds of thoughts would only cause trouble.
I had no conditioner for my hair, but that wasn’t the end of the world. At least I was clean. I quickly dried off and pulled the borrowed shirt over my head, cringing when I saw it wasn’t as long as I hoped for. It covered my ass, but I somehow had it in my head that because he was a man, it would be more like a nightgown on me.
I was so wrong.
