He pulled open the door and came face-to-face with Paris.
She raked her gaze over him as if she’d never seen a guy wearing only a towel before. It didn’t help that the towel barely covered his junk, or that her gaze snagged on his groin as if she could see what was going on between his legs.
Fuck. She couldn’t, could she? Heat rolled through him. This hallway was too fucking small for the both of them. He offered her what he hoped was a brotherly grin and stepped out of her way.
“Uh,” she said, as she stepped sideways at the exact same time he did. They ended up practically toe-to-toe. “Sorry.” Her voice was breathless, but she didn’t attempt to move again. Nor did he.
“It’s okay.” He had no idea what was okay, or why she’d felt the need to say sorry in the first place. Probably because he was having trouble thinking of anything but how much he wanted to plunge his fingers through her hair and kiss her fucking senseless.
Back the hell off, Cooper. He’d crossed the line once. He wouldn’t again.
“Crappy plumbing, huh.”
“What?” Plumbing? What the hell?
“Runs hot and cold.” She took a deep breath and he zeroed in on her breasts. Not that he could see much, but what he could see looked great. He swallowed and dragged his attention back to her face. Her lips were parted and her cheeks were pink.
His dick stood to attention and he grabbed his towel before the damn thing dropped to the floor. She’s my best friend’s little sister. He was supposed to be keeping her safe, not thinking of how she looked when she came.
He tried to focus on their conversation if you could call it that. “Yeah. Fucking awful.” Truth was he’d hardly noticed since he’d had a cold shower in any case. Not that it worked. He still damn well wanted her.
“Better put it on my to-do list.” Her voice was breathy.
He cleared his throat. He’d never had a to-do list in his life, but right now he did, and Paris was the only thing on it.
Stop thinking about her like that.
“I can take a look at it in the morning if you want.”
She licked her lips. He told himself he didn’t notice. “You’re kind of handy to have around, aren’t you?”
No one had ever told him that before. “I like fixing things.”
Her gaze slid from his face to his chest. “You fixed my bike once.”
Her bike? His fist tightened around the towel as he tried to make sense of her comment. “Oh, yeah.” He gave a pained laughed. Shit, that hurt. “Couldn’t leave you crying in the gutter, could I?”
She looked up at him again. Her eyes were all big and dark, and her lips were going to haunt his dreams.
“I used to pretend you were my other brother.”
Well, fuck. That told him. “You were always the little sister I never had.” But that was when they were kids. They weren’t kids now, and he sure as hell didn’t look on her as his sister anymore.
She let out a ragged breath that sent shivers across his chest. He was going to have to get away from her, while he could still think straight.
And then she ran the tip of her finger over his pecs.
Don’t do that.
Don’t fucking stop.
Jesus, I’m losing my mind.
“Cooper.” Her whisper killed whatever was left of his good sense, and with a growl he dug his fingers into her hair and pulled her toward him.
She tasted just as good as before, sweet and sexy all rolled into one, and when she wound her arms around his neck he forgot about hanging onto the towel and gripped her ass instead.
When he came up for air she looked up at him, her hair all messy around her face. “I don’t