She turned off the water. “Would you hand me a towel?”
Somewhat disappointed, he grabbed a large white towel from the bar just outside the shower. She took it, bent at the waist, and wrapped it around her head. When she stood, she flipped the ends of the towel over her head. Her breasts rose and fell while she fiddled with the ends of the towel. He felt blood flowing to his cock again.
“There’s a robe on the back of the door.” She pointed while holding the towel on her head.
He glanced over his shoulder, then back at Emme, and raised his eyebrows.
“Jordan!”
A slow grin spread across his face. Damn, she was fun to tease.
She crossed her arms over her breasts. “It’s getting cold. Get me the robe, please.”
Stepping out of the stall, he pulled a towel from the bar and wrapped it around his waist before pulling the robe off the back of the door. He held it out for Emme like it was an evening coat. She turned and slid her arms into the sleeves of the robe. He pulled it over her shoulders and wrapped the sides around her, enveloping her in his arms.
He kissed her temple. “I would have preferred keeping you naked.”
“Wha—?” She tilted her head to glare at him. “That was really sweet until you started talking.”
He grinned and kissed her temple again.
