swim shorts that were longer than the
running shorts he had worn, but the absence of a shirt made her mouth water.
With his back to her, Ashleigh outlined every hard angle and toned muscle with
her eyes. Across his back, from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, from his neck
down to just above his waist was a tattoo of what looked like a tiger’s face,
the eyes a brilliant teal blue.
As if the guy
could get any sexier. Holy crap!
His shoulders
and arms were corded with well used muscles while his back was brawny and ripped.
A narrow waist and trim hips caught her eye right before she stopped and ogled
his extremely fantastic behind. The man was masculinity in its finest form.
“You going to
stare all day, or are you going to join me?” He called out as he stepped into the
pool, never looking back at her.
Oh good grief.
She’d been busted, and now her face was hot with embarrassment. Sucking in a
huge gulp of oxygen, Ashleigh steeled her spine and committed herself to
whatever happened next.
Chapter Eleven
***
~~ *** ~~ *** ~~ ***
From the moment
the door clicked, signaling Ashleigh had joined him, Alex had felt her eyes on
him. After what transpired between them in the garage and the heat the woman
inspired in him, Alex knew he was going to go up in flames. Which was another
good reason for getting in the pool. At least there he’d be able to cool off,
even if the water was warm.
The sound of
Ashleigh’s bare feet on the concrete sounded behind him, coming closer, and he
had to force himself not to turn and look at her. Seeing the woman in a bathing
suit was probably going to blow his mind.
“Um, Alex...”
Ashleigh called out to him, and he knew he had no choice but to turn around.
Looking up at
her, all but gloriously naked in that tiny hot pink bikini, he had to close his
mouth or risk drooling down his chin. Not a good look for him, that’s for sure.
“Are you sure
about this?” She asked when he finally made eye contact.
Was he sure?
Hell no, he wasn’t sure, but it was inevitable. At this point at least. Going back
up two steps, he held out his hand for her until she moved closer. Lacing his
fingers with hers, he hoped he could withdraw some of her strength because he
was suddenly feeling a bit woozy.
Once in the
water, he released her hand, but remained close, crouching low, leaning his
back against one of the side walls with his hands holding the edge above his
head.
“So, when did
you start writing erotic romance?” He asked.
Ashleigh leaned
down into the water, letting it come up to her neck before she turned back
toward him. “It’s been about five years now, I guess.”
Alex wondered if
something specific had made her want to venture into that genre, or if it was
something she just wanted to do all along. Asking her those questions was
awkward though. Since his secret was out, or rather hers was, Alex didn’t quite
know how to broach the subject.
“Have you read
my books?” She asked, her gaze fixed on his face.
Well, that was
one way to do it.
“Yes.” He
admitted truthfully. Some of them he’d read more than once, and that was saying
something because he wasn’t much for reading.
“All of them?”
She wasn’t closing the gap between them, but she wasn’t going farther away
either, so Alex considered that a good sign.
As long as he
remained holding on to the edge of the pool, keeping his ass as far away from
her as possible, she’d be safe. At least that’s what he told himself.
“Except for the
last one that came out. I haven’t had a chance to go out and get it yet.” But
he planned to.
“So what’d you
think?”
Wow, now that
was a difficult question if he’d ever head one. What did he think? Did he tell
her that he couldn’t get the image of her in some of those kinky positions out
of his head? Or maybe he told her how he wanted to see her tied to his bed
while he had his wicked way with her. Or possibly how he wanted to see her in
the playroom at the
running shorts he had worn, but the absence of a shirt made her mouth water.
With his back to her, Ashleigh outlined every hard angle and toned muscle with
her eyes. Across his back, from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, from his neck
down to just above his waist was a tattoo of what looked like a tiger’s face,
the eyes a brilliant teal blue.
As if the guy
could get any sexier. Holy crap!
His shoulders
and arms were corded with well used muscles while his back was brawny and ripped.
A narrow waist and trim hips caught her eye right before she stopped and ogled
his extremely fantastic behind. The man was masculinity in its finest form.
“You going to
stare all day, or are you going to join me?” He called out as he stepped into the
pool, never looking back at her.
Oh good grief.
She’d been busted, and now her face was hot with embarrassment. Sucking in a
huge gulp of oxygen, Ashleigh steeled her spine and committed herself to
whatever happened next.
Chapter Eleven
***
~~ *** ~~ *** ~~ ***
From the moment
the door clicked, signaling Ashleigh had joined him, Alex had felt her eyes on
him. After what transpired between them in the garage and the heat the woman
inspired in him, Alex knew he was going to go up in flames. Which was another
good reason for getting in the pool. At least there he’d be able to cool off,
even if the water was warm.
The sound of
Ashleigh’s bare feet on the concrete sounded behind him, coming closer, and he
had to force himself not to turn and look at her. Seeing the woman in a bathing
suit was probably going to blow his mind.
“Um, Alex...”
Ashleigh called out to him, and he knew he had no choice but to turn around.
Looking up at
her, all but gloriously naked in that tiny hot pink bikini, he had to close his
mouth or risk drooling down his chin. Not a good look for him, that’s for sure.
“Are you sure
about this?” She asked when he finally made eye contact.
Was he sure?
Hell no, he wasn’t sure, but it was inevitable. At this point at least. Going back
up two steps, he held out his hand for her until she moved closer. Lacing his
fingers with hers, he hoped he could withdraw some of her strength because he
was suddenly feeling a bit woozy.
Once in the
water, he released her hand, but remained close, crouching low, leaning his
back against one of the side walls with his hands holding the edge above his
head.
“So, when did
you start writing erotic romance?” He asked.
Ashleigh leaned
down into the water, letting it come up to her neck before she turned back
toward him. “It’s been about five years now, I guess.”
Alex wondered if
something specific had made her want to venture into that genre, or if it was
something she just wanted to do all along. Asking her those questions was
awkward though. Since his secret was out, or rather hers was, Alex didn’t quite
know how to broach the subject.
“Have you read
my books?” She asked, her gaze fixed on his face.
Well, that was
one way to do it.
“Yes.” He
admitted truthfully. Some of them he’d read more than once, and that was saying
something because he wasn’t much for reading.
“All of them?”
She wasn’t closing the gap between them, but she wasn’t going farther away
either, so Alex considered that a good sign.
As long as he
remained holding on to the edge of the pool, keeping his ass as far away from
her as possible, she’d be safe. At least that’s what he told himself.
“Except for the
last one that came out. I haven’t had a chance to go out and get it yet.” But
he planned to.
“So what’d you
think?”
Wow, now that
was a difficult question if he’d ever head one. What did he think? Did he tell
her that he couldn’t get the image of her in some of those kinky positions out
of his head? Or maybe he told her how he wanted to see her tied to his bed
while he had his wicked way with her. Or possibly how he wanted to see her in
the playroom at the
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