The door swung open and…nothing.
There was no movement at all.
I held my breath, my eyes wide as I waited for him to make a move. Would he walk over to me? Would he assume I was asleep? Why wasn’t he making a single sound? Did he not realize how frustrating he was being?
I almost screamed out loud at him, but just as I was about to fling the blanket off and prove I was playing dead, I heard the creak of a floorboard.
Softly, he moved away from me, heading toward his room. The soft snick of his door shutting was the only sign I had that he was well and truly gone.
And now I could go to sleep.
Except I was wide awake—thinking of his naked back and those gorgeous tattoos…his grey eyes burning through me as his fingers skimmed my hips. God, what I wouldn’t give for a good night of sex. It had been way too long.
My fingers traveled down my stomach, itching to touch the juncture between my thighs and put myself out of this horrifying misery. They brushed just over my mound through my shirt, and pleasure tingled through me.
God, I was really desperate.
But just one touch wouldn’t hurt. Not when I very much needed this to survive. My sanity depended on me feeling a man’s touch—or as close as I could come when I wasn’t actually seeing anyone. And if my hand could get me even close to relieving the ache burning deep inside, I would take it.
In a heartbeat.
Sliding my fingers under my shirt, I whimpered as my fingers brushed my clit?—
And then his door swung open.
I yanked my hand away and rolled on my side, squeezing my eyes shut and praying he hadn’t somehow seen through the walls that I was about to get myself off on his couch.
Seriously, what the hell was I thinking?
I jerkedawake at the sound of his door opening and his footsteps padding down the hall to the bathroom.
Sitting upright, I shoved my messy hair out of my face, but otherwise held perfectly still. He was peeing. I could hear the splash of urine hitting the toilet, which meant I had seconds.
Scampering to my feet, I grabbed all my clothes from yesterday, then rushed to the door and pulled on my shoes, sucking in a breath when I heard the water from the sink turn on.
I was out the door two seconds later, hurrying down the steps and across the lawn, praying I could escape without him noticing I was gone yet. I hadn’t technically done anything wrong, but I had nearly fingered myself on his couch! What kind of houseguest did that make me?
“Morning, Josie!”
I spun, gasping in horror at the sight of Remi leaning out the window of his cruiser, grinning at me like the Cheshire cat.
“Shh!” I hissed, continuing my way across the lawn.
“Awfully early in the season to be wearing only a t-shirt out. A little chilly?”
God, his voice was carrying. Everyone in the neighborhood was going to hear.
JR was going to hear, and then he’d come out and laugh at me, or worse, question why I was running out of his house, stealing his shirt.
There was only one way out of this. I ran toward Remi’s cruiser, hoping he didn’t say anything else on the way. By the time I reached him, I was out of breath and he was laughing hysterically at me.
“This is not what it looks like,” I said quickly.
“So, you’re not leaving your neighbor’s house at the crack of dawn, wearing nothing but his shirt?”
I glanced down, frowning at his assessment.
“Are you wearing underwear?”
