Harper’s mouth went dry at the sight of those thumbs and what they were about to do. She spun around. “Uh, I’ll just, um, see if there’s… food, or coffee, or anything at all in the kitchen.”
She heard his soft chuckle as she fled the bathroom, her blush deepening.
CHAPTER 4
Chase squeezedhis eyes shut and blew out a breath. Harper was right; he couldn’t have predicted this turn of events.
Especially not the part where she stripped him down to almost nothing and got him into the shower.
When he teased her about wanting to get him naked, she had blushed violently, a deep pink that spread across her face and up to her hairline. She’d gaped like a fish before he rescued her.
Things had been going so well in the car before he’d run over whatever it was that had punctured the tire. Harper had stopped being combative once he bought the hot chocolate and croissant, and he’d been enjoying their conversation.
Was there a way to restore that equilibrium between them, or was the awkwardness of the last few minutes going to become a barrier?
Now that he’d warmed up enough for his brain to function again, he couldn’t stop picturing her climbing into the shower with him, her generous curves bared to his gaze before she pressed them along the length of his body. The two of them, naked and slippery, as they ran their soapy hands over each other.
His thickening cock attested to the danger of that train of thought, but he couldn’t seem to stop the engine now that it was steaming down the track. Chase tried the usual distracting thoughts: memories of missing an easy goal, the taste of unexpectedly eating cilantro, the smell of his teammate Finn’s “lucky” socks after six games without being washed…none of it worked.
Giving up, he took his cock in hand and slid his palm down the shaft, squeezing gently at the base. He couldn’t stop the involuntary groan. He froze, hoping Harper wouldn’t come to check out the sound.
When he heard nothing, he tightened his grip and started running his hand up and down his cock. Stopping to squeeze a little gel from the wall dispenser onto his hand, he gripped himself again, his hand sliding easily back and forth with the extra lubrication.
Lifting his arm up to prop himself against the tile wall, Chase squeezed his eyes shut and allowed himself to escape into the fantasy of Harper sharing the shower with him. He imagined it was her hand stroking him instead of his own, pictured her standing behind him, her soft breasts pressing against his back as she reached around him to stroke him.
He was already so close, his jaw clenching as he tried to delay the inevitable, but the vision of a naked Harper jerking him off was too intoxicating. “God, Harper,” he bit out quietly. It wasn’t long until his ass tightened and he thrust his dick more firmly into his hand as he came, hot streams hitting the wall and sliding down. He thought he might have said her name again but was so overcome by his orgasm that he didn’t really know.
Chase’s head thumped against the wall above the mess he’d just made, his body too satisfied to even stand up straight for a few moments. Once he’d revived a little, he used the sprayer to rinse off the wall and wash it all down the drain, ensuringthere was no evidence of what he’d been doing while Harper was foraging for something to eat or drink.
He needed to wash himself and quickly get dried off and dressed before she came to check on him.
Harper had been pleasedto find that the cabin was well-stocked, with not only coffee but also tea, hot chocolate, and apple cider packets in a cupboard. There was oatmeal, canned soup and chili, rice, a few unopened boxes of crackers, a bag of chips, dry pasta, jarred pasta sauce, and a package of Oreos.
There was more than enough for a late dinner, as well as provisions to last a couple of days, if they were stuck here that long.
She started a pot of decaf coffee and went to see if Chase had a preference for dinner. She’d left the bathroom door cracked so she could hear if he needed her, but he’d been quiet so far.
As she got close, she could hear something. He seemed to be grunting, and she was suddenly terrified that there’d been something truly wrong and she’d left him alone. She’d never forgive herself if that was the case.
But as she got to the door and was about to give a sharp knock before entering, she heard his voice. It sounded like he said, “God, Harper.”
She pushed the door open a few inches and peered into the shower, fearful of what she’d see. But Chase was standing up, one hand braced above his head.
Although she couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, she could very well see the taut muscles of his ass, clenching as he moved his hips forward and then back in short, rhythmic movements. It looked like… like he was masturbating.
Seriously? He’d just been a walking popsicle, and now he was beating off in the shower?
Men.
She was about to turn away when his hips stuttered and he groaned out a word: “Harper.”
Hehadcalled her name before. Oh my God, was he jacking off to thoughts of her?!
She backed away from the door as quickly as she could manage without alerting Chase and raced back to the kitchen, bracing herself against the counter and taking a few deep breaths to calm her thundering heart. She felt warm all over, and there was an insistent ache pulsing between her legs as she tried desperately to forget the sight of Chase, completely naked, with water streaming down his skin.
Harper heard the water shut off in the bathroom and hurried to the cabinets to pull out soup and a saucepan. She got the soup heating and found cream and sugar for coffee for him and tea for her.
She was stirring the soup when she heard Chase’s footsteps entering the living area. Turning with a smile, it froze on her face when she saw him standing there in a fluffy pink bathrobe.
