It’s Mid Week Tease time!! Since my snippet is a bit longer, I’ll keep this short and just say, here you go!
From Touch of Sin (A Sin Pointe Novel FREE READ)…
Just then the shower water turned off and it became very quiet. Luke stretched and yawned, craving noise and distraction. The second the door opened and she came out, draped in his shirt and jeans, his heart fired up. She stood there, tall and thin with wet hair stuck to her head. The truth was she looked like an orphan some cat had dragged in. But damn she was sexy. Luke felt his body reacting to the way her small breasts had nowhere to hide inside his shirt. He wore the sheer ones on stage to keep him cool and this view scorched his skin. He should offer her his sweater. But he could barely speak. “Hi,” he managed to get out past his staring.
“Hi, and thanks for the clothes.”
Luke stood up. “You’re welcome. It was the least I could do. Man, it’s cold in here.” He started to slip out of his cardigan for her but caught her gaze dip to his tented boxers. It was cold in the room but extremely hot watching her stare until she spun around and hid back in the bathroom.
“Great, now look what you’ve done,” he muttered to his glaring hard-on.
Luke went to the bathroom door, grateful for his boots as he maneuvered carpet stains. He knocked.
“Sarrie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see that. If it makes you feel any better, I’m putting him back where he belongs. Promise.” Please let her appreciate humor right now.
What the fuck was he saying? Like that was possible with the image of her in his clothes burning his eyes and keeping him rock hard. Quickly, he thought about Oscar’s love for pickles on his pizza and belching the words to Pink Floyd songs while they drove from gig to gig. He looked down and felt himself shrinking back to gentleman size. Thank God. He knocked again on the door. “Sarrie, you can come out.” He tugged at his beard and then smoothed it several times.
Finally, the door creaked open. But the hesitant look on her face made him wonder why she’d had that reaction to seeing a man with a hard-on for her. Surely it had happened before.
She had a great smile. Her hair wasn’t knock-out brunette colored or bombshell blonde but it was an in-between shade and shiny. Any guy would be lucky to have his hands in it. Her curves didn’t stand out because she was built like a female basketball player, kind of lanky. He liked that she was tall but still shorter than him and was sure she had something nice going on underneath her clothes. My clothes, he thought, and had to bite back his grin. She stood there, eyes never dipping below his chest this time, with her one hand resting knuckles to chin and the other held across her midriff. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was a virgin.
But she was twenty. Did kids these days hold onto it that long? This whole time he’d felt pretty in sync with her but now their eight year age gap taunted him. “Sorry, again,” he said.
“Okay,” she let out, seeming to lose her quiet confidence.
Oh no. That reaction was too timid and he especially didn’t want her feeling uncomfortable around him. “Here, chair’s all yours.”
He noticed her eyelids drooping as she walked past him to the chair. She had to be tired. “Luke, I’m not sure what to say.”
“Don’t say anything. It’s just a guy thing. No worries. I won’t let it happen again.”
But in reality, it was very worrisome and there was no guarantee he wouldn’t slip again. At this very minute, his skin was warm, the tickle swam around in his stomach, his muscles were tight, his body hard, his thoughts dangerous. His mouth dripped inside to be on hers.