When her fingers grazed her clit, she groaned. Zach’s strokes grew faster, stronger.
Then he turned his head, looking straight out his own window.
And he gave Toni the most wicked grin possible.
Hand in her shorts, she froze.
Holy shit.
He knew she was watching.
Chapter Nineteen
Zach couldn’t say why, but the moment he walked into his bedroom, he could feel Toni’s gaze on him as though it was a physical thing.
A light was on in her kitchen, making her outline faintly visible through the shadows where she hovered at the edge of her living room window. She probably thought she was all but invisible since the living room was dark, but that kitchen light provided just enough illumination to make out her basic shape.
He’d missed her like hell over the past few days, but they’d been so busy and full of shit he hadn’t even had a moment to swing by the diner. Plus, he’d offered her casual. A few weeks of fun until she left. That meant he didn’t need and shouldn’t want to check in with her every five seconds. Especially when it was pulling him from his responsibilities.
But staring at him through his window while he worked out then jerked off? Yeah that would break the strongest guy's resolve.
Man, how he wished he could see her shocked and aroused expression when he turned his gaze on her.
The silky feel of her panties wrapped around his dick was a distant second to the sensation of her pussy squeezing the life out of him, but it was all he’d had for the past few nights. That was about to be over. Toni didn’t know it, but he was done with her flimsy attempts at distance.
They’d wasted enough time already. She was his for the duration of her time in Tennessee.
His cock was so hard, it felt like it could snap right off. Time to move the show along.
He reached for his phone on top of the nightstand and called Toni.
“Hello?” Her breathless voice picked up on the third ring.
“If I’d have known you were a peeping Tom, I’d have done this weeks ago.”
“I, uh, I was just, um…”
Even though it was too dark on her side, he could imagine her face turning an adorable shade of pink.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. I understand it’s hard to resist a peek at all this.” He ran a hand down his naked torso and over the ridges of his six-pack.
Zach wasn’t stupid, nor was he falsely modest. He knew his body attracted women. Hell, it was one of the reasons he worked so damn hard in the gym and didn’t buy ice cream. But he’d never wanted one woman to enjoy the view as much as he did with Toni.
“How long have you known I was watching?”
“Since I took off my shirt.”
She squeaked. “God, that’s embarrassing.”
Zach chuckled. “Turn your light on, baby. I want to see more than the outline of you.”
After an audible swallow, the light in Toni’s living room flashed on. She stood, wide-eyed in the window, phone at her ear and shorts open.
Fuck. Knowing she’d gotten so turned on watching him stroke his cock that she had to touch herself made him almost insane.
Zach squeezed the base of his cock with the silken panties. He wanted to play a little and draw this out, but he was on the verge of coming. “Does watching me fuck my hand make your pussy all needy, baby?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Let me watch you.” She switched the phone to her other hand and slowly slid her dominant hand inside her shorts. Suddenly, Zach had the violent need to see more. To watch her fingers playing with her clit and disappearing into her pussy.
“Drop your shorts and take off your top. I want to see your tits while I stroke myself.”
The line fell silent and seconds ticked by. Zach was just about to speak again when Toni set her phone down on the windowsill. She crossed her arms at her waist, gripped her T-shirt, then drew it over her head.
Zach groaned. No bra. Her gorgeous tits were on full display. He hadn’t thought it possible, but his dick swelled even more.
After shimmying out of her shorts, she picked the phone up and returned it to her ear. “What now?” Her voice had lost that shocked, breathy quality and taken on a sultry seductress tone.
This wasn’t gonna take long.
“Put down the phone and put me on speaker. Then, one hand on your tit, one back on your pussy. Finger yourself.”
A sly smile tipped her lips and she nodded. A second later she placed the phone on the window sill. Her right hand cupped her tit, lifting it before she pinched the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
At the same time, she coasted her left hand over the slight swell of her belly and straight into her sex. A low moan filtered through the phone when she entered herself.