I sat up to look at him. “There wasnothingdry about that, I assure you.”
Suddenly, I was being lifted off his lap, and he repositioned us so that we were lying on our sides facing one another.
I started to get up, but he stopped me. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I was going to clean up quick. It’s a mess down here.” I motioned to my crotch.
“We can get cleaned up in a bit. Just lie here with me for a few minutes.”
I groaned but lay back down. We stared at each other for a minute before I looked away. He brushed a strand of hair from my face and then turned my chin, forcing my gaze back to his. “I know this is hard for you. Even though we kept our clothes on, you’re used to running for the hills after you come. Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.” His thumb caressed my cheek, and then he pulled my leg up over his hip, drawing me in closer.
I looked at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts. He was right. I had wanted to run.
“Lexi.”
“Thisishard for me, okay? I have feelings for you that I don’t know how to deal with. You’re right, though. My first thought was to get the fuck out of here. But truthfully,” My gaze settled back onto his beautiful face. “I like you, and spending time with you these past few weeks has actually been a lot of fun.”
“Why do I feel like there’s a but coming?”
“But old habits die hard. I’ve done the work and talked about all of this in therapy, but this is definitely a test for me. That I’m still here and having this conversation, I think, says something though.”
“It does. I’m proud of you.”
I slapped at him. “Oh God, stop it.”
He grabbed my hand and placed it over the blank space on his chest. “I’m serious, Lexi. Your staying and talking with me proves that you’re really trying, and I’m so proud of you for that.”
“Thank you. Now, can we please get cleaned up before I give myself a UTI?”
The next thing I knew, I was being hoisted over his shoulder, causing me to yelp loudly. “You ass!”
“Hmmm, now this is an ass,” he laughed as he slapped mine hard enough that it echoed throughout the room.
“Shhhh! I’m not ready for these idiots to know about us. I want to stay in this perfect bubble we’ve made for ourselves.”
He set me down in the en suite. “Perfect, huh?”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re so annoying.”
“You love it,” he teased and then turned on the shower.
“What are you doing?” I yelped when he pulled off his pants. My eyes immediately zeroed in on his impressive and half-hard again cock.
“Weare getting cleaned up. Now strip.”
“What happened to keeping our clothes on?”
“That was before I nutted in my pants like a teenager.” His laugh made my chest feel funny. Most things he did made me feel things I wasn’t accustomed to feeling.
Since I had just had the orgasm that I’d been waiting months for, I figured I was less likely to jump his bones, and being naked never bothered me, so I figured,what the hell, and pulled my shirt up over my head.
His eyes briefly focused on my chest before he turned to test the shower temperature. And then, in one of the manyfuck itmoments I’d had since we started seeing each other again, I decided to just go with it. I moved past him and into the shower.It was just a shower. No big deal. Two adults can shower together.
Brandon stepped in behind me, brushed my hair over my shoulder, and leaned in to place a kiss on my neck. “Good girl.”
I spun and placed my hands on his chest. “Absolutely not.”
His chuckle, paired with the accompanying handsome smile, almost did me in, but I held my ground. “You cannot begood girlingme while we’re doing this whole no-sex thing. It’s not fair,” I whined. “I only have so much willpower here, Brando.”
