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A year later, Ethan Cooper had returned limping. She’d heard he’d been wounded in action. She’d watched as he worked out in the enclosed acre he owned behind his house. Weights, push-ups, sit-ups, stretches. God, he had made her crazy that year. She’d nearly killed herself trying to ease the cramp of arousal in her stomach.
During those months, she’d had a chance to get to know him. When she took him cookies or soup, he always chatted, always laughed with her. And she always came home, desperate to be touched.
She was tired of masturbating. She was tired of being alone. And she was tired of aching for that tall, broad bar owner with the sexy grin.
Perhaps it was time to do something about this, she told herself. After all, covert looks and wishing weren’t going to get her anywhere. It was time to do something about it. If she was going to get Ethan Cooper to fall into her bed, then she was going to have to take the initiative.
chapter 2
he couldn’t get it out of his mind. Sarah Fox, spread out on the cement by her pool, long heavy ringlets fanned around her head, her curvy body slick and hot and oh so aroused.
He jacked off to it after he got back in the house. Hell, as if he could help it. The more he thought about it, the harder he got. He hadn’t been so damned hot for a woman in years. Not since his first woman, in fact.
Who would have thought it? Timid little Miss Sarah.
He shook his head again before grabbing a beer and heading to his back deck. Sarah’s privacy fence was over seven feet tall and extended around the full half acre of land behind her house. His white wooden fence connected with hers at a corner and extended almost double her area.
He didn’t have a pool, though. He narrowed his eyes at the backyard and considered it before grinning and lifting the beer to his lips. He’d just end up in trouble. He’d never be able to keep his buddies out of it. It was hard enough keeping them out of his house.
He grinned, wondering if Miss Sarah would let him use her pool. Maybe while she was tanning herself beneath the hot Texas sun. All ripe and wet.
He grimaced at the thought of that. Piercings aside, luscious sweet little body aside, Miss Sarah Fox wasn’t for the likes of him.
He finished his beer before heading into the bathroom to shower and change. Owning one of the roughest bars in the area could get dicey at times. He liked to be there before too late in the evening.
He was leaving the house, locking the door behind him when Sarah’s compact, boring-looking little sedan pulled into her driveway.
He felt the hot lick of her gaze for just a second before the car shut off and she was moving from the vehicle. She kept her head down.
Cooper couldn’t help but watch as she rounded the back of the car and opened the trunk. She pulled out a canvas bag—groceries, he assumed—and strode quickly up the drive to the house.
Ignoring him.
“Hello, Miss Sarah,” he called out as she stepped up on her porch and came to a hard stop.
Her head lifted, eyes widened. “H-hello.” A small smile, not hardly a smile, tipped her lips. Pouty lips. He liked pouty lips.
Cooper stepped across the drive. There wasn’t much distance that separated their particular houses. The two homes had been built by two sisters, close together. The property extended out behind and beside one side of the houses, bunching them close while other neighbors were kept at a distance.
Cooper couldn’t even explain why he was pushing this, except he’d already jacked off twice today because of her. He gave her one of his trademark slow smiles and watched the little flush that filled her cheeks.
She watched him carefully, making no move to unlock the door, holding her keys carefully with one hand, the canvas bag with the other, as though she hadn’t known him for two years. Wary, pausing to be careful. Miss Sarah wasn’t a casual person by any means.
His eyes almost narrowed. She was in a carefully disguised protective stance. Keys to slash out with, bag to hit out with. Her body was balanced, ready to flee at a moment’s notice. Now, why the hell would something that tiny, that damned shy, be on guard against a neighbor?
“Can I help you, Mr. Cooper?” she asked carefully as he leaned against the side of her house.
He let his smile widen. “Yes, ma’am, you sure can.” He nodded. “You can tell me why a pretty little thing like you is all alone on a Friday night. There should be a law against it.”
“I’m sure there should be.” There was the barest hint of cynicism in the look she gave him.
“Boys around here didn’t used to be so dumb.” He shook his head. “Leaving a pretty girl like you twiddling her thumbs.”
“I’m into men, Mr. Cooper, not boys,” she told him coolly. “And I’ve been a woman, not a little girl, for a long time now. Is there anything else I can help you with?”
There was no fear in her. None he could detect. Wariness, suspicion, a whole lot of arousal, but not fear.
“No, ma’am.” He finally shook his head and eased back.
