They stood in the hot spray of water and just held each other.
“I am going to have to call McSons to fix the hot water situation.”
“What situation?” she asked on a yawn, feeling very much like the contented kitten he’d described.
“The one we’re going to have. It’s only a matter of time before the hot water starts going out.”
“Ah, work stuff.”
“Yeah.” He pulled back and grabbed his shampoo. Then he handed it to her. He loved when she massaged his head, and the sensual expression he made when she did it made it one of her favorite things to do.
“So, what did you want to ask me?” She lathered him up.
He sighed. “I love you.”
She froze. “What?”
“I said I love this.”
She forced a laugh, her heart racing, when she wanted to cry. She had no idea how much she wanted to hear him say it first. Then she could say it and not feel as if she’d scared him into saying it back. Or worse, confessed feelings that he didn’t return.
She finished shampooing him then handed him her bottle. He smiled down at her, kissed her, then shampooed her. “You should be a massage therapist,” she told him. “You have great hands.”
“I know.”
“Braggart.”
He chuckled.
“I met a massage therapist. Rupert’s friend, the pretty blond and her lethal looking boyfriend, Sam. Remember them from the hospital?”
“I didn’t like the way the guy looked at you.”
She smiled. “That’s sweet, but I think he was just making sure I didn’t make any sudden moves to endanger his girlfriend. They’re so in love. You can tell.”
“Yeah? How can you tell?” He drew her into the hot water to rinse her off.
She blinked her eyes open when he’d finished and saw him studying her. “What?”
“I asked, how can you tell he loves her?” He held a bar of soap and proceeded to run it all over her body.
She’d been relaxed only moments before, and somehow, he had her sexed up and raring to go again. “I-it’s the way he looks at her.”
“Like how?” he asked and turned her to face the wall while he scrubbed her back, her butt, her legs.
“Like nothing matters but her.”The way I look at you.
“That dreamy, dippy, stupid look?”
Well, that brought her back down to earth. She glared at him over her shoulder. “No. It’s totally emotional and sweet.”
He didn’t look sweet at all to her. “Spread your legs for me, Cupcake.”
She growled, wishing he hadn’t ruined the moment, but spread her feet wider when his soapy hands trailed over her legs. Up and down, he touched her, and she wondered at his game.
When she turned her head to ask him, she was caught in his kiss, and it turned ravenous in a heartbeat.
Then he swore and lifted her, her front still pressed against the wall. “What are you—”
