Wow. Poor guys.
“Just shut it and keep moving!”
What a prick. A delicious prick with tan, glistening skin, but no tattoos. Damn. I loved ink. No biggie though. I wouldn’t mind licking between the ridges of his six-pack abs. This guy was sheer perfection. An Adonis with jet-black hair slicked back, dark penetrating eyes, thick thighs, and a bulge in his crotch.
One night with him to take the edge off would do. Then I might be able to maintain my good girl image for another couple of months.
I inhaled a breath and pressed on, looking for Nik. The sooner I got this over with, the better, or I might climb that mover like a tree and offer up my—
“Who are you?” Bad Boy Adonis stood tall with his hands on his hips. He didn’t intimidate me in the least. I knew the type, except he was the most handsome I’d ever seen. He could be as cocky as he wanted in my book.
“Hey. I’m from across the street. I’m looking for Nik.” I jerked my chin toward the house. “The new neighbor.”
The mover said nothing as he appraised me with a hungry glint in his black eyes. They shined like marbles as his gaze seared my skin. Sweat dripped down his temples and skittered off the edge of his jaw. He was built like a baseball player and towered above my five-two frame.
My mouth opened and closed. Words lodged in my throat while I observed his Adam’s apple vibrating. A cyclone of rampant pheromones rendered me speechless as I gawked—drooled—and soaked my panties.
A dog barking snapped me out of the lust-filled haze I’d fallen into. That damn Skip broke my connection to Mr. Mover.
I licked my lips and swallowed. “Is he around?”
“I am.”
“Aww, that’s cute, but get over yourself. I’m not interested. I’m looking for Nik.” This guy was too much—a cocky son of a bitch, that was for sure. I really might have to give him my number before I head back home. Maybe.
He smirked, and the corner of his lips twitched. “I am.” He took a step toward me as amusement danced across his features. He sure was pretty to look at.
Wait. He’s what? Interested? Of course he was. I could be cocky too. I was sure I was giving off the vibe I’d like to get on my knees for him.
Too bad Granny might be watching, or I’d show this boy what Rita Rocha liked and how good she gave it.
“Already said I’m not interested, big guy.” I looked around. The movers were busy unloading. “I’ll just check inside for Nik.”
I meandered up the steps and stopped at the door. “Hello. Nik?” I poked my head in the doorway.
A mover appeared. “Did you say Nik?”
I smiled. “Yup. Where is he?”
His gaze drifted behind me.
At the sound of a throat clearing, a shiver shot up my spine despite the triple-digit temperature.
“I’m right here.” I recognized the gravelly voice. It belonged to the shirtless guy.
I froze, my mind racing with what to say. Here I’d been drooling all over the mover, fully expecting him to finish his job and me never seeing him again. But the sexy-as-fuck, shirtless guy was my new neighbor. He was sweet Bea’s grandson.
Holy shit! Granny would say one hundred Hail Mary’s on my behalf if she knew how I’d behaved around her best friend’s grandson.
I whirled around to face him. “Welcome to the neighborhood!” I exclaimed with a ridiculous amount of zeal. “I’m Rita Rocha. As you know, I live across the street. My granny knows yours… Bea.” Jesus, I felt like a child mentioning my grandma and his.
“Nik,” he replied with tension in his square jaw. Like a fool, I waited for him to say more, but he didn’t.
“Um… Where’d you move from?”
“Why?” He narrowed his eyes. Leisurely they dropped to my tits. I did everything possible not to look down or touch them. I knew what caught his attention. The universe was cruel. How could my nipples betray me when it was hotter than hades out here?
I snorted, toeing a rock on the concrete porch. “I don’t know. Just thought I’d ask. You always this talkative?”