of his shorts to avoid reaching for her as she punched in the code for the alarm, just inside the beveled glass doors.
The entry floor gleamed in the setting sun streaming through the windows. To the left was a massive dining room that connected to a kitchen that could surely be used for industrial purposes.
The kitchen eating area wrapped around to a family room, its ceiling jutting up to the third floor.
The sight of Andrea standing by the French doors leading to the patio had him instantly hard.
“The backyard is adequate, with an infinity pool. Beyond it is a deep-water dock.” At his raised brow, she hurried on. “Technically, the house is on an inlet, but that inlet empties into the Gulf.” Her hand rested on the levered knob of the French door. “Would you like to take a look?”
He shook his head. “The house is empty, right?”
Slowly, she nodded, her hand gripping the door. “Yes, why? Is there a problem?”
“No, I just thought we should probably take the tour before it gets too dark to see.” He glanced back at the kitchen. “Other than the recessed lights in here and the chandelier in the entry, I don’t see any other lights.” His gaze met hers. “Which way to the master?”
She pointed to the left. With a slight bow, he let her know he’d follow.
The sway of her hips as she walked ahead of him had him shoving his hand deeper into his pocket, pushing his zipper hard against his potentially embarrassing erection.
The master bedroom was huge, with a soaring perimeter-lit tray ceiling. The pale lush carpeting pushed up along the edge of his sandals to caress the sides of his feet. He was sure it would be magnificent, as Andrea was saying, with furnishings, but all he could see was Andrea spread naked on a big bed in the middle of the room.
“Connor?” Andrea’s voice jerked him back to reality. “Did you hear what I said about the master bath? Would you like to check it out?”
“Um, sure.” He casually adjusted himself as he followed her through a double door.
“The double-vessel sinks are custom, as is the granite vanity top. The cabinets are solid cherry. There’s a working sauna as well as a five-head shower with a steam feature. A separate water closet.” She gave a brief nod in the direction of a closed door, and he wondered if she was remembering the same sexy things he was remembering.
She pointed to a recessed tub that could easily sit five or six people. “And, of course, a jetted tub.”
“Of course.” He’d like nothing better than to strip his Realtor naked and check out the tub. Which was why they needed to get out of the room. Fast.
When they finally had sex—and they would definitely have it—it was going to be on his terms and in a place where he could take all night to please her.
And from the slight frown on her gorgeous face, it would probably take at least that long.
Raking a hand through his hair, he turned and stalked from the bathroom. “It’s getting darker; we’d better go out and look at the pool and dock.”
“There are patio and dock lights,” she said, but she doubted he heard her since he’d already disappeared around the corner.
She glanced at the big, empty tub and pictured herself and Connor lounging, naked, in the churning bubbles, then shook her head. The property had been vacant quite a while. Selling it would be a definite coup. But would it be worth selling her body in the process?
Eyeing Connor’s firm backside as he bent over the bubbling water of the spa on the patio, she leaned against the open patio door, enjoying the view.
It might just be worth it, after all.
With slow, deliberate steps, she walked up behind Connor.
He turned with a grin. “The spa’s hot. Someone must have been here recently.”
With a vague nod, she strolled to sit on a thick padded patio chair and crossed her legs, not bothering to tug her skirt back down when it crept up her thighs. The way Connor’s heated gaze zeroed in on her legs sent a jolt of feminine satisfaction through her, dampening her panties in the process.
It was flattering. That was the only reason she felt flushed. No one had looked at her like that in a very long time. And to have a man that young and sexy take an obvious interest in her assets was, well, a thrill. It didn’t necessarily mean she returned his interest.
Yet, if it helped seal the deal…
“Strip.” Her eyes widened at the word coming out of her mouth, but it was too late to take it back.
Connor froze, then met her gaze. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” She flipped open the button on her jacket and leaned back against the table, pushing her breasts a little higher by arching her back. Uncrossing her legs, she hitched one knee over the arm of the wrought-iron chair, praying she wasn’t overexposing herself and playing the fool. “No one will see you.” Except me. “It’s really the only way to experience the feel of the pool and spa, by taking a dip au naturel.”
He reached for the zipper on his shorts. “What about you?”
Shifting on the rough, all-weather fabric of the cushion, she couldn’t resist running her fingers up the length of her exposed leg until she touched the dampness between her legs. “I believe I’ll just watch.”
He shucked off his shirt and unzipped his shorts as he stepped out of his flip-flops. “You like to watch?” he asked in a husky voice.
Her fingers stroked her aching folds, her heart pounding. She nodded.
His shorts and boxers fell around his ankles.
She made a slow visual journey up his toned legs, pausing at the sacks nesting easily by the most erect penis she’d ever remembered seeing. It seemed to pulse, its dark head shining in the lights of the pool.
When she could find her voice, she murmured, “Maybe you should take a dip in the pool to cool off, Junior.”
“Join me.”
Slowly, she shook her head, trailing a fingertip beneath the crotch of her panties, the feel of her excitement stealing her breath.
He stepped to the edge of the pool and looked back over his shoulder. “Okay. For now. But I like to watch, too.”
He entered the water with barely a splash, slicing through it in sure, silent strokes.
It shouldn’t have been so overwhelmingly sexy that it left her gasping for air, increasing the strokes along her slick folds.
He flipped to his back. The sight pushed her over the edge, nearly drowning her in the all-consuming pleasure of her self-induced climax.
His hands curved over the brick coping, then he hoisted up his lean, perfect body until he stood before her in all his sleek, naked perfection.
A thrill shot through her when he turned, and she saw the
