his attention from her chest, traced the slim line of her neck and finally settled his gaze on her face. Her heart shaped face with her pert nose and full lips. They were spread in a wide smile, the expression pushing away some of his annoyance.
He only wished he could see her eyes, glimpse them before she focused on his scarring and turned away. Unfortunately, dark sunglasses covered them, keeping them hidden.
She eased closer, hand outstretched, smile still in place. A sincere smile—not forced and not filled with strain. Huh.
“Hi, I’m Kira Kolanowski.” She took another two steps and promptly tripped. Her arms pin wheeled as she tipped forward. Isaac was quick to catch her and haul her close. He tried to ignore the feel of her curved body against his hard muscles. He was toned and firm, his bear keeping him fit, but she was a study in soft flesh and sweetness.
Sweetness. Yes. Blueberries and sweet cream wriggled in his arms, the scents embodied by Kira Kolanowski.
“Shit. You should really put all this stuff in order. I mean a half-blind someone could—”
Isaac growled. He should put his stuff in order? Gorgeous or not, she’d come into his home.
“Look, lady—”
“Kira. Or KK to some of my friends. Colon to the mean ones, but my best friend Zoey tends to straighten out those guys and now they only whisper real quiet,” she whispered, apparently attempting to mimic the “mean ones” and then she huffed. “They seem to forget I have amazing hearing and can—”
Kira—or KK—jabbered against his chest, seeming not to care that he held her so close and that his body reacted to her nearness. His cock twitched, interested in the luscious female. It filled and hardened, aching to sink into her heat.
Did she pull away? Nope, she kept going.
Isaac tore himself from her and stepped back, pressing a finger to her lips as he did so. He still clung to his frustration at her destruction, but her frown, her bow-shaped mouth tipping down, had it vanishing.
“What are you doing in my house?” He winced that his voice was rough, but he had his bear to blame. The animal reveled in Kira’s touch, in the way she didn’t pull away and seemed to sink into him. Horny bastard.
“Well,” she sniffed a quick breath of annoyance, but that turned into a deeper, slower inhale and her frown disappeared. “I came to introduce myself. I moved in next door.” She waved her hand behind herself, actually gesturing toward the park across the street. “And thought I’d come by. Count your house so if I wanna come over I can—”
“Count my house?”
“Uh-huh.” She nodded. “You see, my best friend and I—”
“The one who defends you from…”
“Oh, yeah.” She flapped her hand as if it was inconsequential. He didn’t think anything was trivial with Kira. “It’s the whole Kolanowski thing. Kolanowski—colon.” She shrugged. “Anyway, so what I do is—”
A series of rapid, deep barks echoed off the walls a split second before a massive golden retriever bounded into his house. Of course, it knocked over yet another box, sending it crashing to the ground.
Kira gasped and then yelled at the mangy animal. “Ebenezer Hufflesnuffle, stop that right now.”
She even stomped, and Isaac wanted her to do it again. Her breasts bounced and stretched the material when she made the jerky motion. Yeah, he wouldn’t mind the beast tearing up his place if it meant she stomped a time, or twenty.
The dog didn’t listen to her, choosing to sniffle and snuffle Isaac’s belongings. When it paused and slowly lifted its leg, Kira not moving to stop the damned animal, Isaac reacted.
He hissed and snapped his fingers as he whipped out the pup’s name. “Ebenezer.”
The dog slowly panned its attention to Isaac, and he could swear the thing glared at him. He opened his mouth to issue another reprimand but got distracted by Kira poking him.
“Hey, why are you yelling at my dog?” She prodded him again.