Most likely in those skimpy shorts.
My cock hardened in my pants at the thought of crawling into bed behind her, wedging my cock between her ass cheeks, and fucking her hard.
Yes, this really was a problem.
But fuck if I cared right now.
After slipping quietly through the house, I tore off my shirt, tossing it in the corner. Then shucked my pants, careful not to make any noise. The woman was completely oblivious to the fact that there was another person in her house. Then again, she was wearing some kind of eye mask, and she had some soft music playing on the device by her bed.
Creeping around to the other side, I tugged up the covers and let myself in, noting immediately how she stiffened and her breathing halted. Stupidly, I thought she would know immediately who I was just from my touch, which is why it surprised the hell out of me when she let out a yell and swung around, slamming her fist into my face, nearly knocking me off the bed.
“Cass—” I shouted, but it was already too late. She was on her knees, her lamp in her hands as she wielded it over her head. She swung hard, only to be stopped by the length of the cord.
As she screamed and tugged, the damn plug was stuck in the outlet behind her nightstand, spoiling her attempts to bash my head in. Just as a smile spread over my face at the difficulty of her position, she changed tactics and charged, leaping across the bed and tackling me to the ground. Her eye mask was only partially tugged up, so when she swung, I wasn’t even sure if she knew it was me.
“Cass—”
Her right hook slammed into my jaw at full force. My head snapped to the side just before she pounced, lifting her foot and slamming it into my side.
“Oof,” I grunted, grabbing her foot before she could kick me again. “Cassidy!” I shouted this time, halting her before she could do some real damage.
She tugged the mask all the way off her head, squinting down at me in the dark. “Sam?”
“Guilty as charged,” I muttered.
If I expected gushing or some small concern for the state I was in, I was mistaken. Instead, anger settled in the air like a heavy smoke. She stomped across the room, flicking on the overhead light as she glared down at me.
“What the hell are you doing in my house? And how did you get in? And why are you here?” she shouted.
I wasn’t sure that now was the time to tell her that I made a copy of her key. Somehow, I figured that would only get me another foot to the stomach.
“You left your door unlocked.”
Her eyes narrowed dangerously at me. “I know for a fact that I locked all my doors. Try again.”
Shoving up on one elbow, I allowed my eyes to drag over the woman’s body, taking in every curve along the way.
“Hey! My eyes are up here, and if you want to live to see tomorrow, you’ll focus on them instead of my legs!”
That wasn’t at all what I was staring at, but I wasn’t about to mention that to her. Shoving to my feet, I straightened my shirt, trying to buy some time to come up with something to say that didn’t make me sound like a creep.
“How did you get into my house?” she seethed.
There was nothing for it. Coming clean was the only way to make this right. “I had a key made.”
Her eyes widened, nearly exploding at my confession. Okay, maybe honesty wasn’t always the best policy. “You what?”
“After what happened with Austin, I wanted to make sure that I could get to you if I needed to.”
“After what happened with Austin,” she repeated.
“He threatened you!”
“He threatened me?”
“He tore your house apart!”
“He tore my house apart,” she repeated as if she was trying to make sense of what I was saying.
