“Always happy to help lather you up.” I kiss her again and turn off the shower on my side. She does the same and exits the shower to dry herself.
26
Sophia
Stepping into the lounge room with the fluffy towel wrapped around me, I reach for my clothes on the ground.
“One sec,” Javi says.
He digs around in his suitcase, then moves over to some shopping bags and brings out pants and a tee.
He offers me the clothes. “So you don’t have to get back into your clothes, if you want. Some more options for your pyjama rotation.”
“Thank you,” I say and put them on.
The pants and t-shirt are a dusty pink and fit loose on me. They are emblazoned with his name and his bike number, 13.
“Would you like to hang here for a bit?” he asks, sitting on the lounge.
“Sure.” I really just want to be near him, especially after being around him this morning; having to be so secretive, flirting with the line all the time.
Settling on the other side of the lounge, he looks at me wickedly. “All the way over there?” His head shakes. He grips my arm and thigh and drags me over into his arms, pressing me to his chest as he leans backwards. Stroking my hair and face, he asks, “Want to over room service for lunch and watch TV?”
“That’s the smartest idea you have had all day,” I tease, fingertips running over his chest.
I make my sneaky way down to my hotel room without anyone seeing me.
Taking off the clothes Javi gave me, I neatly stow them away in a hidden, zipped spot in my suitcase.
It is an unusually warm afternoon, so I throw on a light, white tee and my leopard print skirt. I get a tingle down my spine thinking about the time I wore this skirt around Javi at the MudPit event.
I head down to the foyer, expecting to see Dave and Nikki, however only Javi is there. He is wearing a black t-shirt and chino shorts.
Loudly, I ask, “Where’s Dave and Nikki?”
He smiles and says, “They asked if we could meet them there. They had something last minute to do in town.”
I nod and start to make my way outside to the cab rank, Javi following behind me.
We get into a waiting cab and give the restaurant name.
I open the cab window a little to get some air on my face. I need all the help I can get to keep myself grounded.
My eyes watch the houses and shops passing by as I feel Javi’s finger softly touch my thigh. His eyes watch his finger as it draws a line across the bottom of the hem of my skirt.
His touch feels electric against my skin, causing everywhere he touches to tingle.
He moves closer to me in the back seat and drapes his arm over my shoulder before whispering, “How can I not think about the last time you wore this skirt and maintain respectable dinner conversation? You effortlessly look amazing in anything you put on, ace.” His breath is heavy in my ear. “You are putting me through torture.” He doesn’t move away. He plants a soft kiss under my ear and inhales. His other hand makes its way to my inner thigh, squeezing softly. His grip on my thigh is soft, yet demanding.
I reach a hand up to his face, my thumb grazing down his jaw and brushing across his lips. He kisses it and opens his mouth, letting it fall in and bites my thumb gently.
“You are impossible...” I mutter to him.
“Impossible?” he questions, breathy, leaning in close to my face.
“…impossible to resist,” I finish and kiss him passionately.
“Being back in the pit has been hard. I don’t know how I to stop myself from throwing you over the bike and fucking you any opportunity we get alone,” he whispers, now touching my neck.
