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in a silky little piece of nothing that had his passion-rattled mind urging him to go over there and fuck some sense back into her, he fisted his hands, drove them into his pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels.
    A slow tremor worked its way through his body. His cock, still hard since setting sight on her four days ago, when she’d answered her door in a silky nightgown, was ready to break through its zippered barrier and rise up for a front row seat. Seeing her standing there looking all warm, soft, sexy and sleepy, had him aching to capture her in his arms and carry her straight back to her bed. Once he had her where he wanted her he’d climb between those long legs of hers and bury his mouth in the apex of her thighs—something he’d been dreaming of doing for far too long now. Christ, what he wouldn’t have done to spend the rest of that day making her scream for him. And scream she would. He growled, and on the floor near his feet, Charlie, who had healed up quite nicely since his surgery, thumped his tail.
    Cole gave a hard shake of his head in a failed effort to clear it. He’d been watching her for three long nights now, going into his fourth, and he was pretty sure the girl next door—one who suddenly seemed more seductive than sweet—was up to her old tricks, teasing and tormenting him to the point of distraction.
    “That girl is going to be the death of me,” he said to his dog, and Charlie gave a whimper, like he was fully aware of Cole’s discomfort.
    The light in her living room flicked off. Cole shifted, about to grab a cold beer to help tamp down the heat inside him when her bathroom light came on. Jesus, with her curtains parted he could see her standing in front of her mirror, her hands gripping the hem of her camisole. He swallowed, hard, and tried not to look. He really did. But by God, even though ogling the half-naked beauty across the street was all kind of wrong, there was nothing he could do to tear his gaze away from the woman who’d become the object of his obsession. After all, he was a man, and a man only had so much willpower.
    She peeled her top off to expose the most luscious breasts he’d ever set eyes on. As lust settled deep in his groin his cock throbbed, aching for attention. Working to summon a modicum of control as she wiggled, he gripped the windowpane and swallowed down the saliva pooling in his mouth. He couldn’t see below her waist, but from the way her breasts were swaying, her long dark curls flaring around her face, he could only guess she was shimmying out of her panties.
    Fuck.
    She turned her back to the window and reached into her shower to turn it on. If he wasn’t mistaken she shot a sassy glance his way before climbing in. Son of a bitch. She really was fucking with him.
    Cole backed away and headed straight for his fridge. He grabbed a beer, cracked it open and took a long swallow. After draining half the contents in one gulp, he dropped it onto his counter and looked around. If he didn’t find something to do with his hands he was either going to take his cock into them or go over there and fuck the hell out of her.
    Just then his phone rang and he was thankful for the distraction. He grabbed the receiver.
    “Yeah,” he said, trying for normal.
    “Cole, it’s Jack. You busy?”
    Cole grunted. Here it was Saturday night and he was home watching the sexy girl next door get ready for her banquet when he should be out prowling. What he needed was a woman to help take his mind off his friend’s kid sister and all the ways he’d like to fuck her.
    “The guys and I are going to the park to shoot hoops.”
    “I’m on my way.” He hung the phone up and looked at Charlie. “Let’s go, boy.”
     
     
    Cole spent the next hour shooting hoops with the guys while the dogs played in the park. But not even the exercise, sweat or camaraderie could help take his mind off Gemma. He continually tripped up and missed even the easiest of shots.
    Josh