Lucy’s POV
A low, helpless laugh escaped my lips.
“You poor, stupid, beautiful man,” I whispered into the empty room. “Do you have any idea what kind of deranged neighbor you just moved in next to? If you knew what was watching you right now…”
The belt slid free with a soft whip of leather. He popped the button of his jeans. The zipper rasped down slowly. My pulse thundered in my ears.
He pushed the denim down powerful thighs, kicking the jeans away. Black boxer briefs clung to him like a second skin, doing nothing to hide the thick, heavy outline of his c**k. It was already half-hard, straining boldly against the fabric. My mouth went dry. My fangs throbbed.
I pressed my thighs together, a rush of slick heat flooding between them.
He stood there a moment, rolling his should
