He does.

"Of course," he replied, his tone revealing no hint of hesitation. "Let me grab my tools."

As Seth disappeared momentarily, Amanda's gaze followed him, taking in the confidence of his movements, the casual strength in his shoulders. He didn't know it, but in that instant, he became more than just a helpful neighbor. He was a spark, igniting dormant desires, and Amanda felt both the thrill of possibility and the weight of her own restraint. Seth emerged from his house, a toolbox in hand, his brow furrowed in concentration as he listened to Amanda describe the leak. He followed her inside, his presence filling the small kitchen as he knelt down to examine the pipe.

"You're right, it's a pretty bad leak," he said, his voice muffled as he peered under the sink. "I'll have to replace the fitting."

Amanda hovered nearby, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she watched him work. The sight of his strong hands and the play of muscles beneath his shirt stirred something deep within her. She found herself imagining those hands on her body, touching her in ways Henry hadn't in years.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Seth shifted slightly, his movements causing his shirt to ride up and expose a sliver of tanned skin. He turned his head, looking up at Amanda with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You could hold the flashlight for me. I can't really see what I'm doing down here. As Seth turned to look up at Amanda, their gazes locked and the air between them crackled with tension. Amanda's heart raced as she knelt down beside him, her thigh brushing against his as she held the flashlight steady. The confined space under the sink seemed to shrink, the heat of their bodies mingling as they worked in close proximity.

"I think I've got it," Seth murmured, his voice low and intimate. His hand brushed against Amanda's as he reached for the wrench, the brief contact sending a jolt of electricity through her. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.

Seth made quick work of the repair, his skilled hands moving with confidence. As Seth stood up, he towered over Amanda, his broad shoulders nearly brushing the underside of the cabinet. He took the flashlight from her trembling hands, his fingers lingering on hers for a moment longer than necessary.

"You were a big help," he said with a wink, his eyes roving over her face and lingering on her parted lips. "I don't know what I would have done without you."

Amanda felt her cheeks flush at his words, her pulse quickening at the blatant appreciation in his gaze. She stood up slowly, hyper-aware of the way her shirt clung to her curves and the swell of her breasts rising and falling with each rapid breath.

"I'm just glad you were here." "Always glad to help," Seth assured her, his eyes holding her's as he shifted closer. "You know, Mrs. Reynolds, I've always thought you were beautiful. Even when I was just a kid next door."

Amanda's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure he could hear it. She opened her mouth to respond, but before she could speak, Seth leaned in and pressed his lips against hers in a searing kiss. Amanda's world tilted as Seth's lips met hers, firm and demanding. His strong hands cupped her face, tilting it up as he deepened the kiss. The toolbox clanged to the floor as he pulled her close, his body pressing her back against the cabinet. Her mind reeled, torn between the thrill of his touch and the knowledge that she was betraying her husband. But as Seth's lips moved to her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses, her resistance crumbled. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer as desire coursed through her. Seth's lips traveled down Amanda's neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin as his hands roamed her curves. She gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she arched into his touch.

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmured, his voice low and rough with desire. "To have you, to make you mine."

Amanda could only moan in response, lost in the sensation of his hands on her body. He cupped her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as he sucked at her pulse point. She could feel his hardness pressing against her thigh, igniting a fire deep in her core.

Seth pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with lust as he gazed down at her. "I need you, Mrs. Reynolds," Seth growled, his voice thick with desire. "Right here, right now."

He captured her lips again in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to claim her completely. His hands slid down her back to grip her hips, grinding her against the hard bulge straining his jeans. Amanda whimpered into the kiss, her body trembling with need.

Seth broke away to yank his shirt over his head, revealing a chiseled torso that made Amanda's mouth go dry. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of her neck. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream." Amanda's head was spinning, her body aching with a **** need she had never experienced before. Seth's words were filthy and yet unbearably arousing, awakening something primal deep within her.