Shit. Fuck.“Sorry.” She stands and spins slightly, forcing me to look away to avoid full frontal nudity. Seeing her in her bathers was hard enough, seeing her bare ass was harder still, but seeing her pussy…that’s not something I can come back from. “I’m leaving.”
I grab the door but pause at the threshold.Dammit. “I need shampoo.” I walk backward, blindly reaching for the drawer under the sink, and of course she fucking giggles.
My hand curls around the shampoo and I remember she’s a girl. Obviously, but… “There’s better body wash here.” I reach around and lift up the bottle. “It’s for women. Jack uses whatever is in front of him, not wanting to overload his head with too many decisions in the morning, so I moved it out.”
“That’s kind of you, though I don’t mind smelling like a man. Is this what you use?” She moves, presumably to grab the body wash from the shower floor, but I don’t dare look. Instead, my muscles twitch.Why is that so fucking hot?
“Which one have you got?” I ask, clenching my teeth once more.
“Have a look?”
Dammit, Jenna.
“It doesn’t matter. Use what you like.”
“What’s wrong? Never seen a naked woman before?”
What the fuck?She’s challenging me now?
Growing some balls, I raise an eyebrow and spin confidently, but the second I see her, I falter.
She’s fucking breathtaking.
There is no other way to describe her.
And from the sass in her expression, she knows it.
“This one?” She holds up the bottle with one hand and bites a nail on the other. While I couldn’t tell you what she’s holding if my life depended on it.
The bottle is positioned next to her pebbled nipples, and it’s taking all my power not to join her in the shower, eager to twist one.
My throat dries as I stare at her, my gaze lowering to her bare pussy, imagining what it would be like to run my tongue through her heat, to lap up her—
“Mase.” She moans my name, her tone as desperate as I feel. It’s barely louder than a whisper but it pulls me out of my lust.
What the fuck am I doing?
A door slams downstairs and I curse as I jump, my heart pounding so hard it hurts.
“I’m home,” Jack calls out and I curse louder.
“Use the men’s,” I growl, dumping the floral-smelling shit back in the drawer, my body vibrating with unease as I hightail it out of there.
Why the hell didn’t I leave?
But more than that,why does it feel like that’s the least of my worries?
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jenna
Istare at the bathroom door, shocked at Mason’s sudden departure. But when I get downstairs after I’m dressed and find him and Jack in the kitchen, it all makes sense.
Jack’s home, and we wouldn’t want him to find us like that now, would we?Why do I sound bitter?I’m clearly out of sorts.
I’d turned in the shower to mess with Mason. I love my body. I’ve never been afraid to flaunt it. It was supposed to be a fun way to tease him. But the joke was on me. Because no one has ever looked at me the way he did. The fire in his eyes lit a spark inside me and, arousal aside, he made me feel desired unlike any other.I don’t know how to describe it.I felt it from my chest, right down to my toes. My entire body came to life.
From one look. One fervent gaze.
