His hand skimmed lower, seeking entry under my shirt, now damp in the small of my back. Sweat wasnotromantic.
“Wait.” I nudged his chest, and he shuddered to give us space.
“We can stop if you want,” he said, his heartbeat pounding under my fingertips.
“I just want to wash up first. Is that okay?”
“Of course. But I’m not averse to getting a little dirty.” He grinned, massaging my hips.
With a little whimper, I resisted the urge to roll into his ministrations. “I know, but I want to feel…hot, nothot, do you know what I mean?”
He leaned closer, his eyes twinkling. “Do you want to shower together?”
My body could only take so much stimulation—and for a second, I couldn’t think.
But amid the fantasy of grinding against each other in a foggy waterfall, my fingertips streaking across the glass and his dewy skin as he rubbed every inch of me clean…I worried about the potential reality: unflattering lighting, temperature fluctuation, and slipping in the tub. So many potential injuries. And the last time I took a semi-intimate shower solo, someone yelled at me.
I scrunched down and looked away. “Um, not today.”
“No problem, pidge.” He led me upstairs to his bedroom. The base wallpaper color was dark, brushed with a faint metallic pattern of feathers or foliage that glittered as we moved. His desk didn’t host as many books as I expected it to.
He flashed me a boyish smile as we approached the glossy dresser across from his plush bed. “You can change into any of my clean clothes. Now or, uh, later, if you want them,” he said.
In his roundabout way, he was assuring me I could choose if, when, and how things happened.
I hugged his arm to steady my nerves. “To be honest, I’m not sure we’ll have sex tonight. I know it seems like we’re headed there. But I’ve been so tense, and you feel so nice that I…lose myself for a minute.”
His gaze flitted across my face with concern. “Bad impulses?”
“Not bad. Good. Almost too good. I mean, you feel good. I just…” I shook my head. “I don’t know if I’m making any sense. I’ve never really felt like this.” I wasn’t sure I trusted myself yet.
He studied me with his head cocked. “Are you still tense?”
I rubbed my thighs together to quiet the hot need brewing beneath. “Yes.”
“I have just the thing for that.” He opened a drawer and grabbed a pair of tiny spandex underwear.
I furrowed my brow. “Whose are those?”
“Ours.” He slingshot it at my chest, and I yelped, turning so it hit my arm.
“Angel,” I chided.
“Consider that my revenge for The Closette,” he said.
I rolled my eyes fondly. “That was an accident."
He gestured to the spandex. “They should fit you. If not, I’m sure I have something else you could wear in the hot tub.”
“You have a hot tub?” I gawked.
He nodded and started peeling off his clothes. “Bathroom’s on the right. Dresser’s right there for other clothing options. Of course, we could go naked.” He flicked open his slacks and smirked.
Oh my.
In this ‘normal’ temperature, hewasmagnificent.
Chapter thirteen
