Bourne to Love Emma (RED-Stone Operatives Book 1) Read Free

accidentally opening my mail.
    The timer in my kitchen went off,
letting me know the muffins I made for this weekend are done.  Both of us just
stood there while it beeped.
    “Ooookay…” I said, finally snapping
out of it. “Well.  Thank you for bringing it by.  It was nice to meet you.”  I
started backing into my apartment with the box in my hands, memorizing how his
shirt clung to his broad shoulders and his slacks low on his hips even with a
belt.  He really was amazingly built.
    “It was definitely my pleasure,” he
returned with a knowing smirk. Weird.  Of course, I would probably smirk if
some dude was checking me out like I did him.  Duh.
    He was still standing there when I
closed the door and locked it.  I peeked out the peep hole to see him run a
hand over his head before walking back down the hall.  He was gorgeous!  He had
acted a little strange at the end, but I could forgive that.  Acting strange is
one of my favorite past times, obviously.  I sighed and walked to the kitchen
to shut off the timer and take the muffins out of the oven.  While they were
cooling, I started to clean up the dishes.
    I kept thinking about him while I
scrubbed all the dinner dishes and tidied the living room.  It’s really too bad
that it’s considered so rude to ask someone to stop talking so you can just
stare at them for a minute.  Not that I even asked him to stop talking – I was
just kind of surprised to find HIM at my door. 
    In the shower a little while later, I
closed my eyes while I was running the washcloth over my skin and pulled that
mental image back up for viewing.  I wonder where his tan lines end.  I bet he
has those amazing V muscles from his hips to his groin.  Mmmm.  I bet he’s amazing
in bed.
    Holding onto that picture of my
neighbor, I let my soapy hand slide down my body to my slit.  I rubbed a circle
over myself and then slid my fingers to my clit and begin to draw them around
and around.  In no time, I was panting and moaning at the sensations rushing through
my body.  My strokes sped up, I steadied myself with one hand against the
shower wall, added just a little more pressure behind my slippery fingers and I
shattered. 
    Once I rinsed off and stepped out of
the shower, I felt a little guilty that I just came thinking about a guy I just
met.  He seemed like a nice enough guy, too... and HOT.  What if I act like a
total idiot around him if I run into him again?  Wait.  Been there, done that. 
Ha.  Okay then.
    It wasn’t until I was crawling into
bed later that night that I remembered the box Jason had handed to me.  I threw
the covers back and stood up to go get it when it hits me.  It’s the box.  The
box he opened because he thought it was his.  The box that contained… my brand
spanking new vibrator.  My brand new, hot pink, ribbed-for-my-pleasure,
adjustable speed, waterproof, guaranteed-to-give-me-amazing-orgasms vibrator. 
That has now been seen by my neighbor.  My very HOT neighbor.
    “Son of a…!  You have GOT to be
kidding me,” I said as I smacked myself in the head with the box.  Maybe it was
time to move….

Chapter 2
    ~Jason~
     
    Today was one of those days when you
realize that working crazy hours most weeks and spending the others locked in a
room staring at a dozen monitors can be a really bad thing.  Not that I don’t
love my job or wish that part of my life was different really, but I really do
tend to become a hermit when I’m locked up in the middle of a project that
requires my computer skills more than being in the field.  I enjoy both sides
of it, really: the hacking appeals to my brain and finding creative ways to get
around a roadblock; the field work is an adrenaline rush and takes me straight
back to being in the SEALs – it takes strategy, planning and complete focus. 
    This whole thing was just kind of
surreal, really.  When I’d come home yesterday and started working my way
through the boxes piled just inside my