Page 2 of Breaking the Rules
He's wearing way fewer clothes, yeah, but I'd recognize those blue eyes anywhere.
Hunter.
Hunter is naked in my brother's house.
Hunter is naked in my brother's house and I'm staring at his cock.
I should stop.
Really, I should.
But he's so…
"Fuck. Sorry." He turns and marches into the bedroom.
My eyes stay fixed on his tan skin.
I try to look at something else—his sandy hair or the lights in the bathroom or the beige carpet—but I can't.
He's so naked.
And I'm so into it.
"You okay?" He steps into the hallway.
Finally, my eyes obey my command. They trace a line up his long, lean torso. The dreamcatcher tattoo on his shoulder. The strong chin. The piercing blue eyes.
They're so fucking intense.
"Emma?" he asks again. With extra concern. "Are you okay?" His voice drops to something closer to a whisper.
It's not even remotely close to ababy, I want you whisper, but that's still where my head goes.
He's wearing a towel.
Only a towel.
And he's wet.
I…
He…
God, he's beautiful.
"What are you doing here?" I press my palm against the doorframe. Dig my toes into the carpet.
"Brendon didn't explain?"
"No."
"I'm staying here for a few weeks."
I just barely nod.
"And I'm filling in at Inked Hearts. While he's in New Jersey."
"Oh." Of course the one guy who makes me blush is filling in at Inked Hearts. Of course he's house sitting the one time I want to stay here. "That's great."
