Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
“Are you listening to me?” Nope. I have no fucking clue what the asshole said. When she drops a piece of mail on the ground and bends over to pick it up, my heart stops in my chest as I stare at the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen.
Damn. My cock turns rock hard as I fight the urge to groan out loud. My asshole brother would never let me forget if he realized I’m drooling over a girl I can’t have.
From this distance, it’s hard to estimate her age, but the frilly shorts and pink t-shirt with a lollipop on the front tell me she’s way too goddamn young.
“What are you staring at?” Dare hops up and heads over to see what has captured my attention, but my gorgeous neighbor steps into her house before he makes it over.
“I’m just checking out my new neighborhood.” And my new gorgeous neighbor. At least, I assume the tempting little morsel checking the mail lives across the street. As the lie rolls off my tongue, my brother stares at me, not fooled in the least.
I run my hand down the back of my neck and breathe deeply, attempting to wipe my mouthwatering neighbor from my mind. What the hell is happening to me?
“Where do you want to have dinner?” he finally asks, and I breathe a sigh of relief at the change of subject.
I jump at the chance to concentrate on something besides the stunning girl living across the street. “I’ve heard the Broadway Steakhouse has the best steak in the area.” I’ve been dying to give them a try since my first visit to Silver Spoon Falls, but I haven’t had the time.
“What are we waiting for?” He rubs his hands together. “I’m fucking starving.”
“You’re always starving.” I laugh and he flips me off.
“I’ll Uber over to the hotel to take a shower, and you can pick me up on your way to the restaurant.” He isn’t staying here since I only brought my furniture for the master bedroom and the living room from Riordan Cove. This is a new start in more ways than one.
After dinner, I drop Dare off at the Silver Spoon Falls Inn and head back to my home.
I’ve spent the last few hours miserable and attempting to forget the cause of my discomfort. The curvy little temptation across the street has filled my thoughts since I first laid eyes on her earlier.
I walk into the dark kitchen and toss my keys and wallet on the breakfast bar. Glancing around at the emptiness around me, I make a mental list of the things I need to buy for my new home.
I grab a beer and head to the living room, figuring I’ll watch a little television before I turn in.
I’m flipping through the channels when movement outside my large picture window catches my attention. I reach over my head and turn off the light then walk over to stare out into the darkness.
I almost swallow my goddamn tongue when I see her. What the fuck is she wearing? My blood heats as my eyes move over her luscious curves barely hidden by the tight pants and short t-shirt that leaves half her goddamn stomach exposed.
I’d love to wrap my hand in the silky golden blonde hair hanging halfway down her back as I pound into her from behind. The fantasy rolls through my mind on a continuous loop as stare at her.
Before I’m able to think better of it, I storm out the front door and head straight to her. “Have you lost your goddamn mind?” Her mouth drops open as I lose control of my mouth. “What the fuck are doing out here wearing next to nothing?” As the words burst from my lips, I watch her stunning honey-colored eyes narrow into a seething glare.
The streetlight illuminates the edge of the driveway around us and I stare into her eyes, noticing the little ring of green circling her irises. Fuck she’s so goddamn gorgeous.
“What?” Her screech stings my ears as a berry-red blush moves across her gorgeous heart-shaped face. “Who the heck do you think you are? The clothes police?”
“I’m… I’m…” I don’t know who the fuck I am right now. My world just turned upside down and sideways. I frown down at her silently for the longest time, searching for the right words, but none come to me.
She doesn’t give me the chance to respond before poking her finger into the center of my chest. “You have no reason to complain about what I’m wearing, Scrooge McJerk.” Her sassy reply causes my palms to itch with the urge to spank her gorgeous ass. “If you don’t like my outfit, stay in your house and don’t look.” That isn’t happening. I plan to look, touch, taste, and make her mine. Soon. Once I fix the situation my blown mind has caused.