Stony Creek Hero [Stony Creek 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF Page A

glare.
    Her confusion grew as she heard a chuckle, a very masculine one. Lizzie squinted her eyes open just enough to make her think that she was hallucinating or still drunk. Standing at her door was a god. It was the one that haunted her restaurant almost daily, always showing up but barely speaking a word. It was the only man who she had ever permitted and secretly enjoyed having her butt spanked by and now he stood there in all his deliciousness. Yup, that was the only way to describe her vision. His hair was tousled and his bare, muscled chest was on proud bare display. He sported a chiseled six pack that made her knees weak while her mouth salivated at the sight of his jeans molded to his hard body with the top button undone. Trying to gather her thoughts, she shook her head as though to clear it, only causing herself more discomfort.
    “Ben?” she squeaked out. “What are you doing?”
    He didn’t answer her at first. His gaze was directed at something below her chin, and his face bore the look of pain as though he too had been intoxicated.
    “Uh, good morning, Lizzie. Were you able to sleep well?” Ben asked her without raising his gaze to meet hers. He looked even more uncomfortable as she watched him turn away slightly and try to adjust his jeans. She then saw the source of his discomfort which then subsequently increased her own. Having her own newfound problem, she realized that she couldn’t tear her own gaze from the very obvious and huge evidence of his arousal.
    Silently smiling to herself, she prayed that someday soon she would see his body without the teasing material that shielded it from her eyes. She shifted her gaze down to her own body and let out an ear-piercing shriek.
    “Ben! How could you not say something?” She thought she might faint from embarrassment as she pulled the edges of her robe together with one hand and sought out the tie with the other. Ben had obviously gotten an eyeful of her naked body as she just oh so casually stood there like an idiot ogling him in his own barely there clothing. She figured that he probably had earned the look for all the naughty thoughts she was having about him at this moment. Hastily tying the ends, she prayed that she would melt away into the floor. How humiliating really! Nope, never going to drink again.
    “Well, I didn’t want to embarrass you any more than you were going to be, baby, and I can now confirm that you haven’t got one single part of your gorgeous body to be embarrassed about! Besides, it’s not every day that a man gets to be witness to perfection so early in the morning,” Ben said with a charming smile.
    He didn’t think he could get anymore aroused than he was at this moment, but he was wrong. There was something that made him feel very cocky about being the reason for the incredible blush staining her cheeks and chest. He wondered if he undid the ties to her robe, would it be anywhere else. He was just as startled as she was actually. He was just starting on his list when the woman who haunted his dreams last night stole down the hall armed only with a down pillow and naked body that could bring a man to his knees. She had stood there before him, startled into dropping the pillow, and allowed him to take in the most perfect breasts that were the crown above her narrow waist and gorgeous, soft hips. His eyes had seemed to be glued to her soft mound devoid of hair except for a small, neat strip above her clit. His entire body had been slammed with an overpowering lust as his cock pounded to awareness. He had to look away momentarily to catch his breath and make some room before the thing ripped a hole, trying to get itself free. Ben realized that he had a death grip on the hammer he had retrieved from his toolbox in an effort not to throw her up against the nearest wall and fuck her senseless.
    Yup, senseless. That is exactly what he thought she must be walking out here like that. What the hell did she think he was made of