Tears welled in her eyes.She couldn’t speak.Ares’s green eyes blazed, making her burn with need.
This had to be a dream.Some wild, down the rabbit hole dream that was swirling through her head.
“I want to dream with you.”The words were so cringey, she blushed as soon as she said them.“I mean, I want to sleep with you tonight.”
Ares stood, that pure grin on his face that made his green eyes shine.“Wasn’t planning on sending you home tonight.But I have a meeting tomorrow.”
Josie lifted herself up, and Ares was right there to give her a hand.He helped her out of the tub.“I wasn't planning to stay all day.”
“You’re welcome to, if you want.”
It wasn’t the first time he had extended the offer but with Xander, Logan, and Harper here she sometimes felt like she was an unwanted guest.Or she felt like she was sneaking around with her boyfriend.She snorted.
“What’s so funny?”Ares held out a fluffy white towel, she reached for it but he kept it in his hands.
“It’s nothing.”
“You can tell me.”
“I just thought of you as my boyfriend.”
“That’s funny?”His tone was cool.He paused with the towel between his hands.
“No.I mean, yes.”
“I’m not boyfriend material?”He raised his eyebrows.
Josie brushed her hand along Ares’s arm.“You are totally boyfriend material.Didn’t a magazine even call you one of the city’s most attractive bachelors?’
“That’s a bachelor not a boyfriend.Would you like me as your boyfriend?”His tone sent shivers up Josie’s spine.
She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheek to his chest.“It made me laugh becauseboyfriend seems so immature compared to whatever this is between us.”
His breathing slowed, he ran his hand over her back, holding her close.
“This is us, Josie and you’re right, it’s beyond boyfriend and girlfriend status,” he kissed the top of her head.“Now that you’ve made me wet, give me your arm.”
She obediently held out her arm, the man dried her off, very thoroughly, stopping to kiss her neck, between her breasts, behind her ear.
“I’m not getting dried.”
“Are you complaining about the service?”
“Yes, you could be quicker.”
“Oh?The beautiful woman wants me to pick up my pace.I can do that,” Ares pressed the towel against her breasts and rubbed in a circle, aggravatingly slow.
“Not what I meant.”
Ares chuckled, sweeping the towel over her a few more times, then hung it up.“There, dry.Let me put some ointment on that bite.”
He took down a tube from the cabinet, spun her around so she was facing the mirror.“Does it hurt?”He squirted ointment on his fingers and gently rubbed it over.She closed her eyes against the sensation.
“Only a little.”
He rubbed it in and nibbled her neck.She laughed.“I just got clean.”
“Let’s do this sleep thing.I want to do more than sleep.”He pulled her close to him.
