“Nothing at all.” She blew a kiss, pirouetted, and was gone.
After the door snicked shut behind her, it was as if all the gravity had exited too. He floated to the living room, watched a couple minutes of news, nothing sticking, the words running over him. He ended up in the master bathroom, where he brushed his teeth and splashed water on his face, and because he couldn’t think of any good reason not to, stripped down to skin.
He stared at his familiar reflection in the wall-to-wall mirror as if trying to see himself for the first time. Discover what he was working with. He had a good body. It wasn’t arrogance, just a statement of fact. He used it for his job and it looked it. The muscles in his stomach weren’t perfectly cut and defined like a bodybuilder, but he was carved around the V-line and his pecs and arms were large. The hair on his lower belly ran in a thick mahogany line down to his cock, which also didn’t seem to give cause for any complaints.
He didn’t know a ton about dick but his seemed good.
He grimaced, rolling his eyes. What the hell was he doing? Here he was... twenty-five years old, and he still didn’t have a definitive idea how a woman would view his junk.
His phone started ringing. He glanced down, a flicker of relief lighting inside him.
Margot.
Except the call was coming in on FaceTime.
No way was he going to answer the phone buck-ass naked so he hauled ass to his king-sized bed, sliding beneath the down comforter, ensuring the blanket was tucked in around his waist before clicking.
“Surprise!” she sang out. “I made it home in one piece.”
“Your cheeks are pink,” he answered. And her hair was damp around her face as if she’d recently washed her face. Just seeing her twisted his heart.
“I took a shower.”
“A cold one?” he teased.
“Ha! It’s below zero tonight. I probably used up all the hot water in the building, but it was glorious.” She eyed him. “In bed, eh? And shirtless.”
“I followed your instructions to the letter,” he said in a raspy voice. “What can I say? I’m an eager student.”
“Impressive.” She cocked an eyebrow. “A-plus for effort.”
“This is what happens when I’m hot for teacher.”
The blush in her cheeks deepened. “I thought it would feel safer having you miles away. Instead it still feels dangerous.”
“What are you wearing?” he asked, tilting his head back, determination rising within him.
“Not a lot,” she admitted.
“Show me,” he growled.
She cast the screen down to reveal a white bath towel wrapped around her gorgeous curves. And her long legs poked out the bottom. Legs he’d love wrapped around his neck again.
“Nice.”
“Thanks.” Her lips twisted wryly. “Are you planning to return the favor?”
He cast his own screen down and she made a murmur of approval.
“What’s going on below that blanket?”
“If you were here, you could find out,” he said in a teasing tone.
Her forehead creased in frustration. “Maybe... you could describe it for me?”
“Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Kowalski?”
She giggled, her tongue darting from between her lips, the tip stroking along the seam. “Apparently I can’t help myself.”
