He shoved his phone in his pocket and tried to figure out the best way to get Legs out of the window. Even at six-foot-five, he didn’t have the leverage to lift her hips from the window, never mind the room for his hands.
Pulling the trash can to the side, he looked in the window. “Zoe?”
“Yeah?” A mass of dark curls turned, trying to see over her shoulder.
“I’m Tim, your neighbor. How’re you doing?”
“My ass is wedged in a window, all the blood is rushing to my head, and I’m going to have this window frame permanently imprinted in my hips. Otherwise,perfeito.”
He chuckled softly at her dry tone. “Got it. Well, there’s no easy way to do this so, sorry for any awkwardness from this point forward.”
“Because this isn’t awkward enough already?”
She might have a point. He turned his back to the wall and bent at the knees. Leaning sideways, he maneuvered his shoulder under her thighs and stood.
She yelped as her weight was lifted from the frame.
“Okay, I’m going to walk forward slowly. Use your hands to hold your weight up and let me know when you’re almost clear of the frame so I don’t drop you on your head.”
“Okay.”
Shuffling forward slowly, he moved away from the wall of the house.
“Wait!”
He stopped. “What’s wrong?”
“My hair’s caught.”
“Where?”
“On the frame.”
“Can you get it?”
“I can’t hold myself up and untangle my hair.”
“Are you out of the window?”
“Mostly.”
“Okay. I’m going to back up and hold you up. See if you can get it uncaught.”
“All right.”
He backed up slowly, lowering her part way down his body until her waist was on his shoulder instead of her hips. He felt the wall at his back and stopped. “Is this good enough?”
“I think so. Hang on.”
Her weight shifted on his shoulder as her torso lifted behind him. Her firm breast pressed against the side of his face. Now that he was standing still and not worried about pulling her from the window, he realized both of his hands gripped her round ass. He was pretty sure his pinky has slipped under the edge of her jean shorts.
Little Tim decided to pick that moment to realize he held a lush woman in his arms with equally lush parts of her pressed against him.
“Got it!”
Distracted and unprepared for the sudden shift of her body weight as she raised her upper half, he stepped to the side to try to regain his balance and knocked into the garbage can. His foot twisted when it made contact with the side of the receptacle instead of the ground and he lost his balance. Knowing he was going down, he tried to twist so he didn’t land on top of Zoe.
They fell in a tangle of limbs and he ended up on his back with a face full of cleavage. She pushed up, giving him a clear view down the v-neck of her t-shirt and the black, lacy bra that appeared more for show than functionality as the tops of her tits were spilling over the edge.
