DescriptionShe's either headed for jail...or for the best sex of her life.
Tarney Jensen has been crushing on sexy firefighter Ethan Reid, her best friend’s brother, since her sixteenth birthday. She knows acting on her attraction will ruin their friendship, but she can’t fight the temptation of his sweat-slicked skin as he works out. Every hot-blooded woman loves to drool over a sexy piece of man flesh, but watching one from the shadows of your porch when he has no idea you’re spying on him? Totally illegal.
For years Ethan has watched men go in and out of Tarney’s life, but how’s a guy supposed to put the moves on his kid sister’s best friend without looking like a perv? But when Tarney lets out an ear-piercing scream from her front yard, Ethan drops everything to rush to her aid. And finds out that the woman of his dreams has been sneaking a peek at his workouts…
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Excerpt:Glancing around the neighborhood, she prayed no one could see her from the hidden position in the shadows. Even if they did, it wouldn’t matter. She was merely enjoying Friday night drinks. Alone on her porch. In utter darkness. They didn’t know she had the best view in the city. They didn’t know that their polite, graphic designer neighbor was really a Peeping Tom. And hopefully they never would.A contented sigh broke the silence as Tarney watched Ethan move around his house. Damn, he was fine. No, not just fine, ripped-to-Greek-god-perfection fine. Not an ounce of fat on that delectable body. She loved the molded planes of his chest, his hard, toned thighs, and his muscled arms, which all fit together in a package of warm tanned skin.Her girlie bits already tingled, practically pulsating, wanting to high-five her with enthusiasm. Time between sessions had been too long. All she needed was a few more minutes of visual man candy and the wait would be worth it.As Ethan started his usual warm up exercises, Tarney opened the bottle of wine—thankful for the silent screw top—and poured a glass. She sipped, savoring the sweet flavor on her tongue while she imagined tasting something else entirely.“Oh, hell yeah. Bend over just a little more, honey.”He dropped out of her view to do his floor routine. No worries, as soon as he stood back up she would be rewarded with more decadent flesh. Each time he finished his warm-up, he made the heavens sing by removing his shirt. And holy hell, after having a dry spell because of Ethan’s work roster, he not only made the heavens sing with his partial nudity, but her whole body too.He moved on to the door frame and the bar he used for pull-ups. Tarney moaned into her wineglass, already anticipating the flex and contract of muscles.“Work it, baby. Work it till it hurts so good.” She kept her voice lowered, but grinned at the husky tone. Damn, she had it bad.All that sweaty, rippling flesh. All that tight, tanned skin. She wanted to reach out and touch. She wouldn’t be greedy. She wasn’t a greedy person. A touch would probably be enough to make her eyes roll back in orgasm.Then he began. Muscles contracted and rolled. One pull-up…two…With a shaky hand, Tarney swiped at the strands of loose hair tickling her sensitized neck, never letting her eyes leave his rigid flesh. The combination of warm, summer air and the heat in her blood had a thick layer of perspiration covering her skin.The mere touch of her fingers sent a spark of awareness along the arch of her neck, down her chest, to pool between her heated thighs. Tight and needy, her breasts ached, her nipples now straining against the molding of her bra. What would it feel like to be touched by Ethan? To have his large hands moving over the contours of her body?Five…six pull-ups…Her fingers moved of their own volition, drifting away from her hair, skimming her bra, and sending an electric volt through her core. She was too worked up, too eager and excited to ignore the jolt of pleasure created by her own hand.Eight…nine…Ethan’s body rippled. Hard flesh contorted in a mix of beauty and unwavering appeal. Each drawn out motion of his muscles moving up and down—up and down—sent her heart rate to a new level. When her hand moved farther south, over her quivering belly to the edge of her shorts, she couldn’t stop its progression—didn’t want to. It was too easy to imagine his weight over her, his stiff thighs resting on top of hers.Up…down…up…down…in…out…in…out.