She’s staring at me, her entire face filling the screen, and I grin widely, flipping the buckle of my belt and take the end, sliding it through the loops. I drop it onto the chair in the corner and flip the button of my jeans. There’s most definitely mud on them, and normally I would have showered and changed already, but I didn’t have time between making dinner and getting ready for Rebekah to come over.
I watch her face as I take a few steps closer to the phone. Her lips part and her eyes go soft.
She’s seen my naked chest before, but that’s it. I was more focused on her last time, but that doesn’t mean I can’t tease her.
My fingers grab the zipper lazily, dragging it down my fly, and I watch her eyes move down with my hand.
“See something you like, stubborn?”
I push my jeans down, leaving me in my boxers, and the corner of her mouth tips up.
“If I do, what are you going to do about it?”
I snort and grab the phone, keeping it on my face. “I have some ideas, but I think I’ll keep them to myself for now.”
Visions of watching her moan and tremble fill my mind, and I need to remember I have a seven-year-old across the hall from me. Now is not the time nor the place.
“Tease,” she grumbles.
“Hey, I said I’d keepmyideas to myself. No one said you had to keepyours.”
She rubs her lips and looks away, evidently feeling the same way I am. Hunger is all over her face, and I want to consume every inch of her.
Setting the phone down, I go back to the bathroom to shower. “I need to take a quick shower. Do you still want to stay on?” I ask.
“I get a show too?” she asks.
I chuckle. “I think you’re supposed to buy me dinner first.” I tease.
She giggles and shakes her head. “I can stay on,” she says.
I set the phone on the counter and shower as fast as I can.
When I’m done, I wrap a towel around my waist and get back to my room, quietly closing the door behind me.
“You still there?” I call. Her phone is facing up to the ceiling. She could have fallen asleep for all I know.
“Still here,” she says breathlessly.
I smile and look at her carefully.
“You okay?” I ask her.
She frowns and pouts her lips. “You know I’m not,” she grumbles.
I huff. “If it makes you feel better, I’m equally as frustrated.”
Mae bites her lower lip and averts her eyes. I put my boxers and shorts on and slide into bed.
I watch her do the same and settle back on her pillows.
“What now?” she says.
I stare at her. I know exactly what I want to say, but again … seven-year-old.
“Read any good books lately?” I blurt.
Mae grins and looks away, thinking about her answer. “I read the update to the latest tax law a couple of days ago. It was quite thrilling. What about you?”
