Page 88 of Into These Eyes
Drifting down, my gaze stops on another fascinating part of his body. His thick, flaccid cock. He’s clearly studied the latest trends regarding manscaping, because everything seems neatly trimmed down there.
I’ve never been excited about the male body. I’ve never bothered looking. I just didn’t care.
Well, suddenly I do. And I can’t stop staring, because watching him is doing things wonderful things tomybody.
He’s so fucking hot. Both literally and figuratively.
As my grip on the plastic bottles tightens, one of them crackles, making me jump. My eyes snap to his face, terrified he’s heard it, but he’s reaching up, taking off his sunnies and placing them on the tiles beside his feet.
Then he dives, every muscle tense as he hits the water and disappears beneath the surface.
Only then do I remember to breathe.
Surfacing at the shallow end, he stands, swiping his hair back with both hands as water cascades over his exposed torso. It’s like he knows I’m watching, knows he’s making my blood buzz with his spectacular show.
As soon as he dives under again—and before I can think better of it—I slide the door open and step into the heat.
By the time I slip my feet into a pair of thongs, he surfaces at the deep end. Not wanting to startle him, I call out, “How is it?”
His head jerks toward me. The moment I take a step forward, he swims to the side of the pool to meet me.
“It’s perfect,” he replies. As I move closer, he gives me a curious look. “You’re home early.”
I stop beside the large, potted Ficus at the pool’s edge. He stays low in the water, his arms crossed on top of the tiles, effectively blocking the view of his naked body, and the tattoo I want to know all about. Of course, I can’t ask him about it without revealing I’ve just seen him naked.
“Sorry, I should have called to let you know,” I say, tucking a bottle beneath one arm while I unscrew the cap on the other.
He squints up at me. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I probably should. I wouldn’t want to walk in on …” I trail off, realising I might have given myself away.
“Walk in on what?” he asks, eyes bright with amusement.
Shit. Does he know I’ve seen every hot inch of him? “Anything I wouldn’t want to walk in on, I guess.”
He grins. “Are you going to offer me that, or just tease me?”
I quickly pass him the bottle, disappointed when he reaches for it with his left hand, leaving his right firmly covering the tattoo.
Turning, I pull the sunbed closer to the pool, making a show of sliding his clothes aside so I can sit on the towels he’s left there. His gaze snaps from his clothes to my face.
“Don’t let me stop you from enjoying your swim,” I say.
“Why don’t you get in?”
I smile. “Why don’t you get out?”
He holds my gaze for an intense moment, sending heat racing through my bloodstream at the thought that he’s contemplating doing just that.
“Smartarse,” he grumbles with amusement before taking a gulp of water.
“Did you do something to the garage door?”
“Just needed a little WD40.”
“Thanks. And for mowing the lawn. I really hate that job.”
“It’s the least I can do. Speaking of which, I’d love to tidy up the garden, do any maintenance around the house you might need. Looks like it could use a lick of paint.”
