Page 26 of Casita Casanova
And that body.Good grief.
My mouth waters just thinking about it, which is a far cry from the way it went dry as the freaking Sahara when he looked at me.
I laugh, shaking my head.Get a grip, Mar.Embarrassment heats my cheeks, creeping down to my chest. He definitely caught me staring at his mouth, and now I can never show my face around here again. But, to be fair, the man’s lips were full and pillowy. They’d be feminine if not for the strong set of his jaw, the neatly trimmed beard stubble, and the very masculine… other parts of him.
His jeans left little to the imagination. The man is endowed.
I know I shouldn’t have looked but come on.
It was
Right.
There.
A knock on the back door has me jumping away from it with a littleyelp, then I quickly cover my mouth. Thank God he can’t see me through the door. I roll my eyes at myself, then smooth my hair—for all that’s worth. I’ve been working in the yard all morning. Looking down at myself, I squeeze my eyes shut as a rush of embarrassment heats my cheeks. I’m covered in dirt and wearing the old overalls I’ve held onto since the early two-thousands.
Nice.
Maybe I should have taken Danielle’s manifestation powers more seriously.
He knocks on the door again, this time louder, and Ribbit hauls ass into the kitchen.
I grab Ribbit’s collar and start to tug the back door open. I need to pull my damn self together. This man is way younger than me, looks like trouble, and—
Has the kind of smile that drops panties.
And inhibitions.
Just notmine.
Because he’s myrenter.
And he’shalf myage.
And, because life is truly cruel, he’s stripped out of his black sweater and is now wearing a snug black tank-top, his broad shoulders and thick, corded arms on full display.
He steps back from the door so I can push the screen open toward him. “I didn’t get your name.” The statement is innocent enough, but that glimmer of mischief in his eyes tells me he’s really just here to see my ridiculous reaction to him again.
Exposing more skin was a nice touch.
Welcome to theMaryn Show, folks, where we behave like we’ve never seen a beautiful man before.
Okay, but… I’m not sure I everhaveseen one this beautiful before. At least, not in the wild.
Maybe on magazines. Book covers—
My lips twitch as that thought reminds me of my conversation with Danielle about all her manifesting plans for me.Cunnilingus in the casita…
Oh God.Help me.I drop my gaze. I can’t look at him with that thought in my mind.
Shoo!
He clears his throat.
“Sorry, um…” I step aside and motion for him to come in, trying to remember what he said. Why is he in my house?
He steps past me and the scent of him renders me mute.
