Free Sparks (Bad Boy Burnetts Book 2) by Lola Rivera Page B

Like a tightly coiled spring, it exploded deep within her, taking her breath away. Her lips against the tile, she fought to remain upright as her orgasm rippled through her. The man she couldn’t have was hers in this fantasy. His mouth, his hands, his strong arms and that incredible scent that followed him. She breathed out his name on a ragged sigh, “Logan…”
    Still trembling, Blaire gently removed her fingers. The shower spray sluiced down her back as she stood still, cheek and hands pressed to the tile. Feeling ever so relaxed, she faced the shower head, letting the warm stream wash away the remaining suds. She reached down and twisted the shower knob, fully expecting the oh-so-irritating knock of water hammer—but nothing happened. Forehead wrinkling, she turned the knob some more. To her shock, the knob spun loosely in a full revolution.
    “Great,” she groused. “Just fucking wonderful.” She tried the lever controlling the flow of water to the shower head but it did absolutely nothing. Before she could try the knob again, the shower head started to rattle crazily. With just a second to spare, Blaire turned her back. The shower head popped off its pipe and smacked her shoulder. Water exploded in the cramped confines of her shower.
    “Shit!” Blaire scrambled from the tub. An explosive stream of tepid water sprayed everywhere. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, the bathmat.
    Not knowing what else to do, Blaire grabbed her robe from its peg and scurried from the bathroom in search of help.

Chapter Two
     
    A cold beer clamped in his hand, Logan relaxed in his favorite leather chair. The getaway with his brothers had been just what he had needed to recharge and unwind. It had also given him the much needed kick in the ass to go after the woman he wanted more than any other in the world. Listening to Cord talk about Daphne had convinced him it was time to man the fuck up, march over to Blaire’s house and ask her on a date.
    Well. He hadn’t exactly marched over there, had he? But he had invited her over dinner. That was a step in the right direction, right? Shit . He could practically hear Jay and Cord giving him hell about being a coward.
    Between now and eight o’clock, he had to figure out a way to come clean about his feelings for her without risking their friendship. He was pretty sure she returned his interest, but he’d been wrong about that kind of thing before and didn’t want to make things awkward with Blaire.
    His mind reeled with thoughts of his outrageously sexy neighbor. Lush figured with a warm smile and a kind heart, Blaire seemed to be forever in the forefront of his mind. Never before had he suffered through such an infatuation. She made his heart race and his palms sweat, and he dreamed about her every night. Fantasized, really. Dreamed of ridiculously filthy things he wanted to do with her and to her…
    Even now, almost fifteen months later, he could still remember exactly how she had smiled when he had met her that first time. Standing barefoot in a puddle of water, her jeans rolled up around her calves, Blaire had been arguing with the roofing contractor that she had hired to handle the renovations on the art gallery she had purchased downtown. Logan had been amused and awed by the curvy little spitfire. He had often worked with Jimmy, the roofer, and knew all too well his tendencies to skimp on materials and skirt building codes. To say he had been impressed by Blaire’s ability to wrangle a second roofing job, free of charge, from tightwad Jimmy was the understatement of the year.
    When she had turned to face him, Blaire had taken his breath away. That caramel skin, those warm whisky eyes, those kissable lips… As she had given him a tour of the sizable building, he had just itched to uncurl that messy bun so he could run his fingers through those gorgeous brown waves.
    Before he had given her the estimate, Logan had confessed he considered her project—to modify the old