Page 23 of Control (Everyday Heroes 3.50)
“You look gorgeous in that color.”
Oh shit.
I just swooned.
First flutters.
Now swooning.
Both are things I never do.
“Thank you.” My voice is barely audible when I finally swallow around the lump of desire clouding in my throat.
“For?” he asks, the rumble of his voice a seduction all in itself.
“For fixing my sprinklers.”
“And?”
“And for the compliment.”
His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “No need to thank me.”
Time feels like it slows as we stand like this in the afternoon sunlight on my patio—me in a bright yellow sundress and him in mud-soaked jeans. The birds chirp above. My heart pounds in my ears. My nipples harden in anticipation.
Jesus, just kiss me already, will you?
“Desi?”
“Yeah?”
Just as I get my synapses to fire and lean in and take the initiative myself, he takes a step back and says, “I need to take a shower.”
I draw in a shaky breath as his eyes remain on mine and their corners crease with his smile.
“It’s a good look for you though.” Nice recovery, Des. At least outwardly it is, because inside I’m kind of a wreck with more want than I care to admit to.
“I don’t need to have mud on me to get dirty.”
He winks, gives me one last once-over with eyes that relay every single thing they want to do to me, before he turns on his heel and heads in the direction of his house.
Unlike last time, though, I don’t walk inside and sneak a peek at him. Instead I walk to the side of the house and watch him as he retreats. The strong lines of his back. The broad span of his shoulders. The sexy swagger that says he’s a man who knows what he wants.
Jesus, take the wheel, because if I’m the one steering it, I’m going to drive right up on that stick shift and see how good he can change gears.
“Later, Desi Whitman,” he says as he rounds the fence without looking back.
“Later, Reznor Mayne,” I mutter to myself. I stare at where his very fine ass turned the corner to his house.
I shift to abate the ache everything about him has brought to life between my thighs.
He already has me feeling spent when we haven’t even kissed yet.
But we will.
No doubt about that.
There’s nothing wrong with admitting it to myself. We’re two healthy adults. Two sexual beings. Two people who just made come-fuck-me eyes at one another so I’d say are definitely attracted to each other.
