“Sorry.”She swallowed the lump in her throat and smiled back.“I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“You and Jesse,” she said, giving him part of the truth.“How different you are.”
“Five eighths of an inch isn’t all that much.”
Laughing, she poked him in the belly.“Not that.I meant personality wise.”
Stepping out of the overhead spray, he reached up for the bottle of shampoo.“You mean he’s the fun one and I’m the stick in the mud.”
“Well, he is pretty goofy,” she conceded.“But I don’t think you’re a stick in the mud.”
He poured shampoo in his palm, replaced the bottle, and began to work it into her hair.“No?”
Sighing with pleasure as his strong fingers massaged her scalp, she shook her head.“You’re just more thoughtful,” she said, and tucking her tongue in her cheek, added, “I guess with age comes wisdom.”
He shoved her head under the water.
Sputtering, she fought her way clear.“Hey!”
“Brat,” he accused, smiling.
“I’m doing the conditioner myself,” she warned him.
“Fine.”He grabbed the shampoo again, this time working it into his own hair.“How are you feeling?”
“I got soap in my eye.”Rubbing at it, she stuck her tongue out at him.
“I meant after last night.Still tender?”
“Oh.”She paused to take inventory.“A little bit, but not bad.”
“Good.”
She rubbed her thighs together experimentally.“The beard burn isn’t bothering me, either.In case that information might be useful to you.”
He smiled that slow, sexy smile.“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Good.Where are we going for breakfast?”
“Depends on how soon we get out of here, I guess.”He ducked his head back under the spray, soap streaming down his shoulders.
“What time is it?”she wondered.
“Just after nine.”
“Hmm.”Chloe let her gaze drift down, following the trail of shampoo bubbles over his chest, down his abdomen.His penis lay thick between his thighs, not quite hard but not exactly soft, either.“Lots of places serve breakfast until like, ten-thirty.”
“Some places serve breakfast all day,” he replied.“Denny’s.IHOP.The diner.”
“The diner?”She met his eyes, noted the heat simmering in their gray-green depths.“The last time we were there, you got kind of pissy.”
“Because I thought Sawyer was going home with you, and I didn’t want him to.”
“Jealous, were you?”she teased.
He stepped toward her, out of the overhead spray.“Yes,” he said unsmiling.“I was.”
