Free Sneaking a Peek by Eden Summers Page A

wouldn’t be greedy. She wasn’t a greedy person. A touch would probably be enough to make her eyes roll back in orgasm.
    Then he began. Muscles contracted and rolled. One pull-up…two…
    With a shaky hand, Tarney swiped at the strands of loose hair tickling her sensitized neck, never letting her eyes leave his rigid flesh. The combination of warm, summer air and the heat in her blood had a thick layer of perspiration covering her skin.
    The mere touch of her fingers sent a spark of awareness along the arch of her neck, down her chest, to pool between her heated thighs. Tight and needy, her breasts ached, her nipples now straining against the molding of her bra. What would it feel like to be touched by Ethan? To have his large hands moving over the contours of her body?
    Five…six pull-ups…
    Her fingers moved of their own volition, drifting away from her hair, skimming her bra, and sending an electric volt through her core. She was too worked up, too eager and excited to ignore the jolt of pleasure created by her own hand.
    Eight…nine…
    Ethan’s body rippled. Hard flesh contorted in a mix of beauty and unwavering appeal. Each drawn out motion of his muscles moving up and down—up and down—sent her heart rate to a new level. When her hand moved farther south, over her quivering belly to the edge of her shorts, she couldn’t stop its progression—didn’t want to. It was too easy to imagine his weight over her, his stiff thighs resting on top of hers.
    Up…down…up…down…in…out…in…out.
    Dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts and her panties, she applied pressure to her throbbing clit, her mouth opening to release a sigh.
    “Oh God, Ethan,” she whispered softly into the night.
    Her hand descended. His repetitions slowed. She mimicked his movements, twelve…up…down, her fingers drifting lower, in…out. Never before had her sexual appetite demanded such relief. Normally she would enjoy the show, slink back into the house once the work out was over, and row-row-row her boat gently down the stream, but tonight her body begged for instant gratification.
    Soon she would need to muffle her soft cries of pleasure.
    Fifteen…up…down…in…out.
    She startled at the buzz of her phone on the side table. “Shit!”
    Ethan paused, his body still hanging from the bar, his gaze focusing outside for a moment, casting a glance in her direction. Tarney held her breath, sunk farther into the chair, her two fingers suspended at the opening of her heat, until seconds later his attention returned to his work out.
    She exhaled in a burst of hot air. Her body immediately threw on the brakes, the deep throb of her impending climax disappearing in a flash. Repulsed at her lack of restraint, Tarney pulled her hand away from the cookie jar as if she’d been caught red-handed.
    No need to check the caller ID, she’d been expecting the call. She’d just forgotten about it once she’d focused on Ethan. Cringing in disgrace, Tarney wiped her slick fingers on the hem of her shorts and picked up her cell from the side table.
    “Hi Krist, how are you doing?” she asked softly, trying to disguise her panting.
    “Don’t bother askin’ how I’m doing, just tell me how Erotic Ethan is looking tonight.”
    Tarney gave a quiet laugh, her eyes never leaving the man in question while she tried to ignore the dampness in her panties. Six months ago, Kristen had been in town and over for a visit when they first discovered Ethan’s scorching workout. Every week since—unless Ethan was on shift at the fire station—Krist would ring and share the experience with Tarney.
    “He’s looking delicious. All hot and dreamy with his big muscles flexing everywhere. His hair is in a tangled mess too, you know how it gets when it slants down over his eyes.”
    Kristen answered with a moan of her own. “You know Jenna will kill you if she ever finds out you’re perving on her brother like this.”
    Tarney winced at the thought.