He smirked and pulled his chicken off the grill. “Then why’d you say I owed you?”
“I’m gonna make you rub my back.”
“You’ll have to wax it first.”
“You wish you were this manly.”
“I don’t need that much fur to be manly. We still meeting this weekend since I agreed to take the dog?”
Jase repeated his question to Bree. “She said yes, that’s not the only reason to see you. She likes you for some inexplicable reason.”
“I’d say it’s because she has good taste in men, but she’s marrying you so it can’t be that.”
“Whatever asshole. Later.”
“Later.” He ended the call and set the phone back in the charger. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he took his plate into the living room and turned on the television to catch the first round ofJeopardy!
Maybe a dog wouldn’t be so bad. At least then he’d have someone to listen to him while he answered trivia questions.
* * *
Tim setthe wet dish in the drainer and shut off the water. Nine-thirty at night and he was headed to bed. Granted he woke at four a.m., but damn he felt old.
Leaving the light off, he crossed his bedroom, passing in front of the window. Movement in his peripheral made him stop, back up two steps, and look out the window.
Zoe was in her bedroom. Directly across from his. With only the sheers drawn. And she was dancing.
In nothing but a thin, strappy top and her underwear.
She was unpacking, moving between boxes on the bed and the closet, but she danced instead of walked. He couldn’t hear the music, but the movement of her hips made him think something Latin or with a heavy drum beat.
He stepped closer to the window, bracing one hand on the frame.
He should step back. He should close his own curtains and let her know she should close hers. Instead, he watched. His gaze followed as she shimmied around the room. She rolled her hips and his cock tingled as blood rushed to it.
Fuck. This was wrong. It didn’t stop him from rubbing the smooth fabric of his gym pants against his rock-hard dick.
She did some kind of spin and her arms rose above her head. He groaned and slipped his hand into his pants, gripping his shaft tightly. Damn, she was sensual. Her hips rolled and swayed. He rubbed his hand up and down in time to the shake of her hips.
It’d been over a year since he’d been in a serious relationship with anyone other than himself and his imagination ran wild. He wanted to dig his fingers into the soft flesh of her outer thighs while she ground down on his cock. Closing his eyes, he pictured her riding him, raising her hands to her mass of curls, throwing her head back as she cried out with pleasure.
What was he doing? He pulled his hands out of his pants and hung his head. He was a cop. Not only that, but he considered himself to be a pretty decent guy and he didn’t take advantage of women. Even if it was only watching as they moved seductively around their bedroom. Especially when they were in their bedroom and unaware. If she ever wanted to do that while he watched, knowing he watched, that would be one thing, but he wasn’t going to take the choice away from her.
Her light was still on, but he couldn’t see Zoe. Had she seen him standing in the window, watching her like some creepy Peeping Tom?
Fuck. He closed his curtains, which he should have done instead of watching her like some horny teenager seeing his first pair of tits.
