I for sure am going to melt to death.
With each attack on the soil my shovel gives, my arm muscles scream. A definite sign I need to hit the weights. Plus, I have no clue what I am doing. How pathetic. I don't even know how to plant a flower bed properly.
I stab the shovel into the soil and wipe the sweat from my brow. Screw this. It’s too hot.
Where is the water hose? Circling the duplex, I finally locate it and quickly open the valve. With my thumb resting over the open end, I let the water hit my arms, then my neck.
Yes.This is perfect.
I tilt my head back and move the hose above my head, letting it trickle over me like a steady shower. With my body drenched in sweat, I welcome this.
It’s cold at first, but then instantly soothes my burning skin.
I’ll just finish the yard work another day. So much for being productive on my day off.
Footsteps startle me, causing me to drop the hose. It flails around at full force, spraying everything in its path including Logan, who apparently scared the shit out of me.
He wrangles the hose like it’s a snake, but it’s too late. He’s drenched. His shirt is sopping like mine. Every single ripple ofmuscle shows through the thin, wet material and my body hums. A desire burns in places I never experienced before.
I stare and he stares right back, skimming down every inch of my wet body. My nipples perk underneath my soaked shirt and Logan takes notice. His eyes deepen with sudden heat and the feeling between my thighs has me panting.
If this were a movie, I’m pretty sure the two leads would be on each other right now. But this is no movie, and Logan doesn’t want me like that. I’m just a nearly naked woman in front of a man.
He moves first, stalking toward me andI force myself to blink. Our wet arms brushing each other’s along the way. Seconds later, the water stops.
I watch as he runs his hand through the top of his wet hair, brushing it away from his forehead. I like the way his hair falls messy with tiny waves around his ears.
I clear my throat. “Well. This is awkward,” I pant out, my smile slanting to the side in an unnatural position, and he smirks in amusement.
There it is. There’s that half smile I’ve been dying to witness. And yes, he has a dimple.
“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he says as he takes another quick glance down my body.
Did he need to do that? Because honestly, I feel like running toward him and straddling him like a maniac in heat.
“You did scare me, but to be fair, I’m pretty sure the universe saw an opportunity and ran with it.”
He glances at my chest, then quickly looks away, nervously rubbing his neck—a recurring gesture of his.
I make him nervous.
I cross my arms over my breasts, trying to hide any evidence that I’m a horny mess. “Um… yeah. I wastryingto plant flowers, but it got extremely hot out. Hence the hose.”
“It is a scorcher.” He nods, trying to focus his attention anywhere but me. I’m doing the same. But every now and again, my gaze falls to the hard ripples of his abs. And… the tattoos. Oh God.
“I should probably go inside and change,” I say breathlessly, stealing another selfish look at my sexy neighbor. I really do appreciate how his shirt is clinging to him right now.
His chest rises with a sudden urge, and I swallow, scraping my teeth along my bottom lip.
“That’s probably a good idea,” he agrees, and I should be happy to leave this behind, but every hormone in my body is yelling at me to throw myself at this poor guy.
My lack of affection from any man is to blame I suppose.
We both decide to move simultaneously, with neither one of us having time to dodge the other. I land right into his stone chest, my breasts bouncing off him, sending my body backward. It’s not the movement that almost makes me trip, but my damn foot getting caught in the hose. He catches me with an arm around the waist, my palms planted on his pectorals, and I swear I stop breathing. I don’t dare look up, my heart thudding against my chest. But the impulse is impossible to ignore.
His eyes are fire looking down at me and his grip for a second tightens before he pulls me even closer to him. My vagina is in a frenzy with him teasing, nudging my legs apart with his knee.
His hardness begs to pierce me as I feel him through his jeans.My breath catches with lust and a fierce sensation rush through my veins.
