Blaze: (Naughty Neighbors 1) Read Online Free Page B

filthy thoughts, and Grant was aware he was standing with his mouth hanging half open, having no idea what she was saying. He hadn’t had a woman in his new place, and it was messing a little with his mind.
    No, it wasn’t just any woman. It was her. She was messing with his mind.
    “I said, thanks for keeping the place up so well.” She gestured vaguely, but it brought both of their attention to his big four-poster. Her cheeks flushed and she bit her lip. But she continued bravely on. “It’s immaculate in here.”
    He mumbled something he hoped was coherent, about cleaning services and not being home much and wishing he didn’t have to leave Bess at doggie daycare all the time. And motioned her to the master bath, that marble and metal temple to cleanliness that had damn near sold him on renting the place before he’d even seen it. “I’ll uh, leave you to it.”
    “Thanks.”
    He stood there, just watching her stand in the doorway to the master bath, knowing the second he walked away she’d be stripping off that tiny little tank top. Peeling those flimsy shorts down her tanned thighs. Was she wearing panties? Did she have a tan line?
    Would she be bare and slick if he rubbed his hands over her or would she have a pretty mound of curls?
    “Um, Grant?”
    “Yeah?” Oh. He was just standing there while she turned the most delightful shade of pinky peach. God he was a moron. This must be so awkward for her, and there he was making it even more so. “Oh, right. I’ll just go.”
    “Thanks.” She smiled and reached up for the elastic band holding her hair in some messy ponytail and moved to close the door.
    That snapped him out of his trance and he turned to leave.
    Shit. A towel. She’d need a fresh towel. Or two. She probably used one for her hair and one for her body.
    Oh fuck, the body that was currently, probably, most likely nude behind one little plywood door while he was a hard as the crystal doorknob on it. He hesitated, but knocked. Just a little rap with one knuckle. Maybe she wouldn’t hear and wonder what pervy reason he had to interrupt—
    “Yes?” she called out from the other side of the door, and some irrational part of his brain was relieved she hadn’t opened it.
    “The, um, there are some clean towels in the cabinets on the west wall.”
    “Thanks, I’m good.”
    Oh yeah, she was good. She was so damned good. And when Grant heard the exhaust fan whir to life and the shower start up, he thought he might do something completely unmanly like faint.
    He was breathing heavily, like the biggest pervert on the face of the earth, just because there was a naked woman on the other side of the door. He should leave. Should absolutely turn around and leave. Maybe get in his car and drive away. Because if he stood there a moment longer, he was going to open that door.
    Grant retreated to his office.
    It was either that or sit at the foot of his bed and furiously masturbate to the sound of running water.
    He could do it, wouldn’t take too long the state he was in. She’d be in there for at least fifteen minutes, wet and slippery with his soap, and all it would take was a couple, maybe three, firm strokes and he’d go off like a bottle rocket. Plenty of time to grab a few tissues, clean up, and fall back dead on the bed.
    But that wasn’t the way he wanted to be discovered when she finally emerged from his bathroom.
    So here he sat in his executive lounger, adjusting his erection, wishing he’d thought to put on jeans instead of athletic shorts this morning. Jeans would be punishing in this heat, and the press of his hardness against his fly an inconsolable ache, but it would be a damn sight better than the elephant trunk hiding behind flimsy fabric.
    But she’d checked him out. While they were on the porch. Laurie had looked him top to bottom like she would use her tongue on the same path her eyes had blazed. And then she’d gone back for a second look in his general crotch region. Fuck