Capítulo 20: Chapter 20

Last night, in the dark, he had not been able to take note of his surroundings. Now he got a better view of the cottages on the short street as he passed them. Colorful, with blooming bushes of all kinds surrounding them. At the end of the street was a park, dotted with benches and tables and more tropical shrubs. And, beyond it, the beach, and the waters of San Carlos Bay.

Ryan jogged around the park twice before heading for the beach. By the time he finished, he'd clocked five miles and was ready for that coffee. When he hit the sidewalk of Pelican Lane, he slowed down, taking in more of the environment.

Which was how he spotted the woman carrying a trash bag down the stairs of one of the cottages. And stopped to take a look at her. And nearly swallowed his tongue. Cutoff shorts and a very baggy T-shirt should have hidden most of her assets. Not a glamorous outfit at all. But the very nature of them made her look all the sexier. Her golden hair was pulled up in a ponytail and, when she bent over, her shirt hiked up so he could see an ass that his hands itched to cup.

Stop it!

He could almost hear Walt's voice in his ear. And the man would be right. He was already in so much hot water because of Psycho Marlo he didn't need to buy more of it. He'd made up his mind he was off women for the duration. It was the smart thing to do.

But oh, man. He hoped he wasn't drooling as he took in her gorgeous thighs and the graceful movements of her arms. The lush curve of her hips and the smooth, lightly tanned skin. If she'd bend over a tiny bit more, her T-shirt would fall forward and he could—

He could get himself in a bigger batch of trouble here. But holy shit! His cock sure wasn't paying much attention to the orders he was issuing. It was practically poking its way out of his shorts. He bent over, eyes on the ground and hands on thighs as he pretended to be dragging in air. He hoped his damn body would get the message to stand down. But then he realized she was standing right in front of him and he was staring at slender ankles and two graceful feet whose toenails were painted a bright pink. With sexy sparkles on them.

Crap!

"Are you okay?"

He looked up at the sound of a musical voice that played havoc with his senses. And found himself staring at eyes as blue as the water of the Bay and a straight nose sprinkled with a light dusting of freckles. God. Freckles. One of his weaknesses. Not to mention a mouth with full lips that he wanted to lick and nibble. Holy shit, he was in a fuckload of trouble.

He managed to straighten himself up, hoping his cock had calmed down a little. "Uh, yeah. Guess I'm a little winded."

She frowned. "Why don't you come sit down on my stairs for a minute. I'll get you a glass of water. You look like you could use it."

Yeah. Water. Stupid fucker that he was, he'd run out of the house forgetting to take a bottle of water with him. If he had half a brain he'd say thank you and go on to his own place. Apparently, he didn't even have that, because he heard himself say, "Thanks. That would be great."

She actually took his arm as if he was some kind of enfeebled idiot and led him to the flight of stairs leading up to the door of her cottage. He froze for a moment as electricity crackled in the air around them. She felt it, too. He knew it by the slight widening of her eyes and the way she yanked her hand back. He wanted to tell her to touch him again, maybe all over, but he kept hearing Walt's voice in his head.

"Stay away from women."

But the musical voice overrode the one in his head. "Wait right here. I'll only be a minute."

Man, he could listen to her voice forever. He sat down on the steps and watched while she ran up to the front porch and opened the door. Bad move. He could see her sweet ass flex beneath the T-shirt and holy mother! When she straightened up the soft fabric fell right over her breasts.

She returned in a moment. When he looked up, his nursemaid was crouched on the step next to him, carrying a bottle of water, her eyes filled with concern. She put the water in his hands and closed his fingers over it. Great. She thought he was some kind of cripple. Not only that, the barest touch of her fingers against his set off those invisible sparks again. Whatever perfume or shampoo or bath gel she used waved a red flag in front of his hormones. Something vanilla and cinnamon. He was struck with an urge to lick her all over and see if she tasted as good as she smelled.

Before he could do something really stupid, like kiss this woman whose name he didn't even know, he drew away. He uncapped the bottle, tilted his head back, and took a long drink. When he lowered his head and looked straight into her eyes, a faint blush crept up her cheeks and she scrambled to her feet and retreated two steps.

"If, um, you're okay now, I'll go on inside now. Take the rest of the water with you."

"Thanks a lot." He gestured to her with the bottle.

"Sure." Then she rabbited into the house as if he'd grown horns or something.

Smooth, Ryan. You're supposed to be on a no female diet and you look at this woman like she's a tempting appetizer. Maybe the whole meal.

Well, fuck. He was supposed to be on a strict program of celibacy. In fact, after the whole thing with Marlo blew up, he was pretty damn sure he didn't want a female in his life again for a long, long time, if ever. With a heavy sigh, he pushed himself to his feet and headed toward his own place—which he now realized was right next door to hers. Apparently his cock realized it, too, because it was back to making its demands known.

Double fuck.

He climbed his stairs and punched in the code for his front door. A shower. That's what he needed. Maybe he could wash his neighbor out of his mind.

He turned on the shower, stripped off his clothes and tossed them in the laundry basket, then stepped under the hot stream of water. Tilting his head back, he let the hot water pound against his body. Too bad it didn't pound away the painful erection Miss Next Door had caused.

Almost as a reflex, he closed the fingers of one big, soapy hand over his throbbing cock and began rubbing it. With his eyes closed, he conjured up a vision of his neighbor. He itched to touch those full breasts hinted at by the T-shirt or cup her nice round ass and squeeze. To taste her mouth with its plump lips and thrust his tongue inside. To feel how wet she was between her thighs, how hot she was. He visualized her naked, straddling him, his mouth closed over one ripe nipple.

The release exploded before he even realized it, thick semen spilling over his fingers while he stroked and stroked and stroked. At last he leaned against the shower wall, gasping, out of breath. But stunned to realize he had hardly taken the edge off his need.

Holy fucking shit. He was in deep, deep trouble.

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