But her words trailed off when he shifted toward her on the couch. He put his fingers beneath her chin. “Hey, look at me.”
That was the last thing she wanted to do, but she forced her focus upward. She’d done the crime, now it was time to pay the price for it. But when she tilted her face to him, she didn’t see any censure or judgment in his.
“You must think—” she started again, but he hushed her with a shake of the head.
“I already knew,” he admitted. “So I’m as much to blame as you are.”
“What?” She blinked, her thoughts scattering like frantic mice. Maybe she was hearing things. “But—”
“I saw your curtains move and a flash one night when I had friends over. The moonlight must’ve glinted off the lens of your binoculars.”
“Oh my God.” She put her hands to her face, officially mortified. “Why didn’t you shut your curtains?”
He chuckled and reached for her wrists, easing her arms down to her lap. “I’m guessing you can probably figure out the answer to that yourself.”
She swallowed hard, the realization staring her in the face. “You li
ked me watching.”
His dimpled smile was downright devious. “Hello, Ms. Voyeur, meet Mr. Exhibitionist.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head. “God, that makes me sound like such a pervert.”
He released her wrists and leaned back against the arm of the couch again. “Come on, now. You’ve watched me long enough to know I could beat you on the pervert scale a few thousand times over. No need to feel any shame about it. You wanted to watch. I let you—and enjoyed it.”
She couldn’t process this. All the times she’d watched him flipped through her mind like a dirty movie on fast-forward and repeat. All those nights, he’d known she was there. Then another thought hit her. “So last night . . .”
“Last night was probably out of line,” he admitted. “All the other times, I knew you were watching, but I didn’t change my behavior because of it. Last night, I did.”
Her heart was moving too fast again, but for a different reason than panic. “Why?”
He considered her for a moment, then released a breath. “Because I was selfish. I needed to know if you watched my window because you just enjoy seeing other people be intimate and do kinky things or if you watched because of me.”
Oh, hell. She bit the inside of her lip.
“Because some people like watching no matter who it is. And that’s cool. I can get into that sometimes, too. But if that’s all it was, I wanted to know so that I didn’t go traipsing where I’m not wanted.”
Her brows met. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve seen what kind of lifestyle I live, how I am with lovers?”
“Yes,” she said, almost too low for her own ears to register the sound.
“And what do you know about me, Georgia?”
She wet her lips. “You’re bisexual.”
“I am.”
“And you like threesomes.”
Amusement lit his eyes. “True, what’s not to like?”
“And you’re a dominant and a sadist.”
His mouth lifted at the corner. “Yes. You know the language. I have to admit that surprises me a little. Google?”
“I look that innocent?” she asked, deadpan. “I think I’m insulted.”