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I’m still staring. The sight of his bare chest is doing all sorts of things to my ovaries. My fingers itch to trace the golden expanse of his skin, smooth and taut, almost like warm, polished stone. My eyes feast on his sharply defined muscles, from his pecs and obliques and down his… I do a quick count…dear God, eight packs.
My gaze follows the path lower, beyond the delectable vee of muscle. Ropes of veins fan upward from his low-riding waistband. Once again, my gaze drops lower to the imprint of his cock. Which has now lengthened considerably since the last time I peeked, and is also now… twitching.
Holy mother of fuck.
I tear my gaze away as my mouth goes dry.
“Feel free to show off yours too,” he says in a voice like warm honey. “I promise you I’ll be just as impressed.”
“Uh, no thank you.”
“Go on, don’t be shy.”
The throbbing in my pelvis turns to an ache I can’t ignore. I’m so wet right now and tempted to do what he says because I know it’ll end with me bent over this counter. Losing my mind and begging for his touch. While he might as well carry on studying his blueprint.
It’d be too humiliating. “No, I’m good, thanks.”
With a slight smirk, he shrugs, then returns to his paper while I change the subject.
“Why are you even awake at this time Ryan?”
“I told you what my routine is like.”
“Yes. Knowing about it and living the reality are two different things. Ryan, do you have any idea how it feels living with you?”
He looks up from his work and gives me his attention. “How does it feel?”
“It’s like living in a haunted house, and you’re the ghost I’ve been trying to catch.”
“You could have said something.”
“I’d have to see you to say something.”
“You could give me a call. We talked a lot last month.”
“Yes, that was when you were here, and I was in New York. I didn’t actually think I’d have to carry on with that while under the same roof. I mean, you’re so distant… and…and so clean.”
“Clean!” He laughs.
“Yeah, like it doesn’t even feel like you live here.”
He only shakes his head in amusement then comes round to stand beside me. “Stella, I told you, I’m here if you need me. Just knock on my office or bedroom door. My sleep pattern is unusual, but feel free to interrupt as often as you want.”
“What time do you wake up?”
“I wake up around two in the morning. Hit the gym, then breakfast.”
Figures, I steal another look at his ripped torso. “And what about when you go out at night?”
He shrugs. “Like I said, it’s not an issue. I’m a light sleeper. And if I want to go hang out with friends, I’ll let you know.”
I smile, “By leaving me one of your chicken scrawly notes?”
“Exactly.”
I tense as he bends to my ear and whispers, “Next time you need me, Stella, just wake me up.” He runs the tip of his nose along my temple. Goosebumps cover my skin, and my nipples bead painfully. To make matters worse, he notices. He traces a finger down my arm and murmurs, “Fascinating.”
I concentrate on keeping my breathing even.
