Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“I won’t look.”
Honestly? I wouldn’t mind if you did.
Brodie isn’t classically good-looking, but he’s big, and he has that ridiculous deep voice that has the potential to make a girl cream her shorts with very little effort. I imagine he’d make a great radio DJ if the hockey gig doesn’t work out for him.
He is lumbersexual personified, complete with the beard.
“…Just get up on my shoulders, Lizzy. I promise I won’t peek,” he says, and I snap my attention back to his mouth.
…won’t peek, his mouth is saying.
Won’t peek, won’t peek, won’t peek.
“Trust me.”
Very tentatively, I step forward.
Brodie squats down as low as he can go to make it easier to climb on. But I’m not coordinated and have no desire to straddle his shoulders, so I start whining about how difficult this is, how I’m not a gymnast, how I’m not bendy, how he’s too tall, blah blah blah. Complain, complain, complain.
“Fine,” he relents. “How ’bout I lift you by the waist. You okay with that?”
Am I okay with that?
“We gotta get this window open so that tiny asshole sees his way out of your room.” He hesitates. “Unless you want to leave him inside until your landlord gets there.”
He makes a strong argument.
I give my head a little nod. “Okay. This just feels awkward because we just met, and now you want me to climb on top of you while I’m naked.” I drop the reminder again because like I said, I’m a warm-blooded female, and now I’m playing a new game—get a reaction out of Mr. Serious and Professional.
“I hadn’t even noticed.”
Hadn’t noticed?
I actually believe him.
“Be careful when you lift me, ’kay? I have sensitive skin.” The wind kicks up, and I feel a draft hit my tush, reminding me exactly how naked I am, fully aware that I could easily march back inside and borrow pants from one of my roommates so I’m not outside half naked.
I tell him I’m naked as a joke, but the expression on his face falls, and suddenly, Brodie looks miserable.
“Let’s get this over with, yeah?” His voice is gruff. Stern.
I step in front of him, bracing to have his hands on my hips, my body, my—
“Ready?”
“I was born ready,” I deadpan ’cause I’m totally not ready.
“On three.”
One.
Two.
“Three.” Brodie lifts me, and when he does, I swear my robe hikes up, exposing my bare bum, the breeze hitting my bare flesh in a way that has me glancing down. I angle to get a glimpse of my own ass but get a glimpse of his face instead.
He’s horrified.
“Oh my god, is my ass in your face?” It’s the one and only thing I care about right now. The squirrel inside my room is suddenly forgotten as I teeter high above the ground, ass end not far from Brodie’s face.
He neither confirms nor denies it. “Just push the window open, please,” he grumbles. “We have a job to do.”
Right.
A job to do.
Window to open and all that jazz because: squirrels.
If I’m too heavy for him to lift or he’s having a difficult time keeping me steady, he doesn’t show it. His arms don’t tremble, and he doesn’t waver.
My god, he’s so strong.
It’s sexy as all hell, and he’s right in my backyard...
Then again, with his hands on my waist and the breeze on my skin, it’s kind of getting me tingling in places I don’t want to think about, considering there’s a fucking squirrel terrorizing my room.
Leave it to me to be thinking about sex at a time like this.
CHAPTER FOUR
BRODIE
What I wouldn’t do to have Lizzy sitting on my fucking face.
All her best parts are inches away, ass wiggling as she struggles to get a grip on the windowsill so she can push it up, finally managing to grip the glass with her fingertips.
She pushes up.
I look down at the ground.
“Open it as much as you can,” I coach her. “Dude needs to be able to see that it’s open and smell the fresh air.”
“’Kay.”
She gives the window another forceful shove, prying it open at least twelve inches before we’re confident it’s enough room, and I lower her to the ground.
“Your…” I point at the robe.
Her robe is hiked around her waist, the belt undone, the fabric falling away from her body, my eyes seeing things I hadn’t thought I’d see when I stepped out onto my porch tonight: pink flesh, boobs, waist, smooth thighs, and her—
She glances down her body. “Oh shit.”
Lizzy turns her back to me, making fast work of retying, tightening, and adjusting her robe so I’m no longer getting a free show—only that accidental glimpse of her ass cheeks earlier and a peek of her pussy, my hands aching to palm them both.
“Thanks for helping me.” Lizzy smiles up at me. “This was a fun way to meet the neighbors, eh?”