I nod, my eyes raking down his body again as he walks further into the living room. “Could you get dressed? Seeing you in just a towel is really, really…”
“Claire?”
“Distracting. It’s distracting.”
“Is that so?” He smirks.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Please, you know why. Look at you.”
He glances down at his body and then back to me.
“Look at me? Look at you.”
“What are you doing?” I huff out.
“I was trying to flirt with you. Is it not working?”
Standing from the couch, I massage my temples. “That’s the problem. It’s working too well,” I groan. “I mean, fuck! Do you all of a sudden not want to have sex with me or something?”
“What are you talking about?”
I begin to pace in front of the couch, and my hands fly out in every direction as I speak.
“I mean yesterday, I was sure the snow would lead somewhere, and then we got in the hot tub, and don’t get me wrong, I like making out as much as anyone, but we just kinda ended it there. And then I thought maybe when we went to bed, but no, it didn’t happen then either.”
Meeting me, he grabs both of my hands and causes me to still.
“Are you done?”
“No, I’m not done. I haven’t even talked about the shower we took the other day. Or all of those kisses that made me feel like I was on fire. It’s infuriating having to be around you when you look like that and not getting to do what I want to do. I just don’t understand what’s changed. The sex part is what we were always good at, and the not having it is driving me crazy.”
“Are you done now?”
“I think so. Yes. That’s all I had to say.”
Stepping closer to me, he lifts his hand and runs it over the side of my neck and then through my hair. Gripping the back of my head tenderly, he says, “Do you really think I don’t want to have sex with you?”
“Well…it’s just…I…”
He bends forward, kissing my pulse point softly. Goosebumps erupt across my body, and my eyes flutter closed.
“Sugar, all I can think about…” he whispers before placing a kiss on my eyelid.
“Is getting you naked…”
He kisses my other eyelid, and I let out a moan.
“And worshipping every inch of this perfect body.”
His mouth finds mine in a chaste kiss.
“Then why haven’t you?” Iask, breathless.
“Because I want this to be more than we used to be.” His lips graze my jawline and move back down my neck. Lifting his head, his hazel eyes find mine.
