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tools and the floodlight, dumping them in the back of her truck.
“Come and get it,” Ski yelled from the back yard.
Samantha locked up the truck and followed the scent. Drool built in her mouth and she ran a hand over her lips. No salivating in front of Ski. No matter how hungry she was.
Yeah, because salivating in front of Ski was all due to hunger.
Ski stood over the flames and the smoke of the grill, big metal spatula hanging from his finger. He looked amazing. Although, a man making her food always looked good. Too bad it didn’t happen very often.
“Let’s head inside.” She smacked a mosquito on her arm. Damn bloodsuckers.
“What? You don’t want to share your burger with the lightning bugs?”
“No thanks. I’ve been keeping the mosquito population in fresh blood all day. I’ve done more than my yearly donation to mosquito welfare.”
Ski’s lips curved into a smile as he closed the lid on the grill. He grabbed the plate of cooked food and walked into the kitchen. “Mosquito welfare, huh?”
The kitchen’s overhead light pierced Samantha’s retinas as she held open the door. The counter held plates, buns and a handful of condiments. “The counters are so clean.” She ran a hand down the length of the metal.
“Soap and water works wonders.”
“It’s just, last time I saw this kitchen it was covered in plaster dust and grime. I figured you’d need a biohazard service to clean up all the frat-goop and brother-slime.”
“Frat-goop and brother-slime is no match for a sponge and these muscles.” He flexed his arms to the side, the muscles bulging beneath his shirt. “Anyway, it wasn’t that bad.”
“Not that bad? When we first showed up there were pizza boxes shoved in the corner and beer bottles lining the floors. It was like the special alcoholics’ edition of Hoarders .”
“By the end of the year, the house gets a little ripe. But I’m here, we don’t need a service. I got skills.” He opened the bag of buns and pulled one out to put it on the plate in front of her.
“So, you clean.” She opened the bun and slathered it with mayonnaise. She poured a handful of jalapeños on top.
“And I cook.” He slid a burger onto her hill of peppers. “Do you want some burger with your jalapeños?”
“Do you want some eye roll with your cliché?”
He popped a jalapeño in his grinning mouth and fixed his own burger. He had a great smile. Great… lips. They were probably soft.
Her lips burned just thinking about them on hers. Thoughts like that would get her in trouble. But the thoughts were so damn hot. Hands traveling down her shivering body as his lips merged with hers. Back and forth. His fingers finding their way to her— foundation.
Heat travelled down her spine and swirled in that foundation, tickling all of her girlie parts. Not good. Not good at all. She probably shouldn’t imagine or— have thoughts. Not when she was in a house with him. Alone. No one and nothing to stop her from acting out those delicious thoughts.
Her body ached. How long had it been since she’d had someone lay her… foundation? Six months. A year? Somewhere between there. Granted, she’d leveled her own foundation more than a time or two since then, but it was a hell of a lot more fun with a buddy who didn’t need batteries.
And what a fun buddy Ski would be. Too bad he wasn’t her type. She liked men from the real world. Not stuck in this high school spinoff called college. College was a pit stop. A break before they entered real life. And she was immersed in real life already. She needed someone who wasn’t afraid of reality.
And not the Jersey Shore kind of reality. The work nine-to-five and care for your family kind . The kind that came from losing a parent or living up to parental expectations. The kind of reality that kept you up nights with worry.
Here at Coddle University, reality was postponed while big, strong wanna-be men tried to discover what they wanted to do with
“Come and get it,” Ski yelled from the back yard.
Samantha locked up the truck and followed the scent. Drool built in her mouth and she ran a hand over her lips. No salivating in front of Ski. No matter how hungry she was.
Yeah, because salivating in front of Ski was all due to hunger.
Ski stood over the flames and the smoke of the grill, big metal spatula hanging from his finger. He looked amazing. Although, a man making her food always looked good. Too bad it didn’t happen very often.
“Let’s head inside.” She smacked a mosquito on her arm. Damn bloodsuckers.
“What? You don’t want to share your burger with the lightning bugs?”
“No thanks. I’ve been keeping the mosquito population in fresh blood all day. I’ve done more than my yearly donation to mosquito welfare.”
Ski’s lips curved into a smile as he closed the lid on the grill. He grabbed the plate of cooked food and walked into the kitchen. “Mosquito welfare, huh?”
The kitchen’s overhead light pierced Samantha’s retinas as she held open the door. The counter held plates, buns and a handful of condiments. “The counters are so clean.” She ran a hand down the length of the metal.
“Soap and water works wonders.”
“It’s just, last time I saw this kitchen it was covered in plaster dust and grime. I figured you’d need a biohazard service to clean up all the frat-goop and brother-slime.”
“Frat-goop and brother-slime is no match for a sponge and these muscles.” He flexed his arms to the side, the muscles bulging beneath his shirt. “Anyway, it wasn’t that bad.”
“Not that bad? When we first showed up there were pizza boxes shoved in the corner and beer bottles lining the floors. It was like the special alcoholics’ edition of Hoarders .”
“By the end of the year, the house gets a little ripe. But I’m here, we don’t need a service. I got skills.” He opened the bag of buns and pulled one out to put it on the plate in front of her.
“So, you clean.” She opened the bun and slathered it with mayonnaise. She poured a handful of jalapeños on top.
“And I cook.” He slid a burger onto her hill of peppers. “Do you want some burger with your jalapeños?”
“Do you want some eye roll with your cliché?”
He popped a jalapeño in his grinning mouth and fixed his own burger. He had a great smile. Great… lips. They were probably soft.
Her lips burned just thinking about them on hers. Thoughts like that would get her in trouble. But the thoughts were so damn hot. Hands traveling down her shivering body as his lips merged with hers. Back and forth. His fingers finding their way to her— foundation.
Heat travelled down her spine and swirled in that foundation, tickling all of her girlie parts. Not good. Not good at all. She probably shouldn’t imagine or— have thoughts. Not when she was in a house with him. Alone. No one and nothing to stop her from acting out those delicious thoughts.
Her body ached. How long had it been since she’d had someone lay her… foundation? Six months. A year? Somewhere between there. Granted, she’d leveled her own foundation more than a time or two since then, but it was a hell of a lot more fun with a buddy who didn’t need batteries.
And what a fun buddy Ski would be. Too bad he wasn’t her type. She liked men from the real world. Not stuck in this high school spinoff called college. College was a pit stop. A break before they entered real life. And she was immersed in real life already. She needed someone who wasn’t afraid of reality.
And not the Jersey Shore kind of reality. The work nine-to-five and care for your family kind . The kind that came from losing a parent or living up to parental expectations. The kind of reality that kept you up nights with worry.
Here at Coddle University, reality was postponed while big, strong wanna-be men tried to discover what they wanted to do with
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