Page 16 of Just Watch Me

He grabbed our empty plates and his beer and walked to the kitchen. “Want to hang out tomorrow? I’d like to see more of the city, and you could be my tour guide.”

I beamed. “I’d love to be your tour guide.”

CHAPTER9

While washing the dishes from our donut party, I had a smile on my face and a semi in my pants. I was even whistling. Being around Skylar put me in a better mood than crushing a quest with my gamer friends. I couldn’t wait to hang out with him again.

He handled my awkward ramblings and bumbling attempts at directness like a champ. Stopping a make-out session before it began could’ve killed our budding friendship, but he hadn’t let it. As though he’d sensed I was on the edge, he’d gently pulled me back by making plans to hang out again, effectively cutting off my anxiety’s feelers searching for fresh blood.

I turned toward the window to close the blinds and spotted Skylar moving around his apartment. Usually, we caught each other’s attention and waved. I appreciated that we acknowledged we practically lived in each other’s back pockets. Before closing the blinds, I decided to give him a few seconds to notice me so I could wave good night. If he didn’t look, then I would close the blinds and jerk off to release the steam still building inside me after that perfect kiss. Almost perfect. It would’ve been perfect if I hadn’t stopped it.

Skylar shifted to face my apartment. I waved when I caught his attention, but instead of waving back, he held my eye contact while unbuttoning his dress shirt. My mouth went dry. It had been over a week since I’d seen him naked, which might as well have been a decade, though mere minutes since I’d imagined it. He turned to toss his dress shirt and undershirt in a hamper then looked back at me and arched his eyebrow.

Once again, I found myself held captive by his stare, and I didn’t know what to do.Look away? Watch the show? Participate?

Skylar slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. My phone buzzed in my pocket a moment later.

I pulled it out and stared at his name on the screen. After three rings, I realized I needed to actually answer it. “Hello?”

“You said if you touched me, you wouldn’t be able to stop. This isn’t touching.”

My pulse spiked as my dick swelled. “No, it’s not.”

With his free hand, Skylar unbuttoned his pants. “Remember, you have the power to say no. Zero pressure here. I was just improvising.” He raised one shoulder in a shrug, which somehow oozed sex appeal.

“Okay,” I said breathily. “You do too.”

He tilted his head and smiled. “Thanks.” He unzipped his zipper at a glacial pace. “You okay with this?”

“Mmhmm.” I would be an idiot to hang up. I wanted him, and he’d found a way to make it happen within the ridiculous parameters my brain had established. I couldn’t physically maul my temporary coworker and neighbor, but I could watch him maul himself.

“Take off your shirt.”

I closed my eyes and bit my lip.I love it when he uses that tone.I walked over to my bed to get out of viewing range of the units around Skylar’s, put him on speakerphone, and dropped the phone to my bed, then took off my shirt as he’d instructed.

“Good,” he purred.

My dick hardened like a steel pipe in my pants.

“Now your sweats. Your dick looks great in them, by the way. I could barely take my eyes off it tonight.”

I sucked in a breath. “How do you do that?”

“What?” He pushed his pants down.

“Make me feel sexy.”

“J, listen to me.” Skylar looked commanding as he stood there with his broad shoulders and wide stance.

I swallowed and nodded.

“Youaresexy. So fucking sexy that keeping my hands off you tonight, hell, the past two weeks, has been one of the hardest things I’ve done.”

The sound that escaped me was too close to a whimper for my liking.

“Pants, please,” he said in that sexy tone.

My foot tangled in the leg of my sweats, and I nearly tripped.

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