"Let's take a shower," I suggest because I need it, preferably on the cold side so my dick can take a step back and calm down before I embarrass myself.
"You go first," she says in that sweet voice of hers.
Her voice is even getting to me right now. I feel like a teenage kid who just got his first flash of a naked tit. She's still fully clothed, so God help me when I finally see what's under that yellow dress she's wearing.
"Together," I counter. "You and me in the shower now, Petal."
Her hands jump to her stomach. "That seems like a bad idea to me."
"I promise to close my eyes." I give her a wink. "For the first ten seconds."
She tosses me a look that either says fuck off or fuck me. I'm going with the latter because it's all I want right now. The throbbing in my dick has now trailed down my thighs. I think this woman is literally going to bring me to my knees in the next twenty seconds if I don't see her bare flesh.
Her hand brushes over her face, pushing a strand of her hair back. "I'm nervous. I haven't been naked in front of a lot of men."
One is too many for me to comprehend right now. I want this all to myself. I want her to be mine; tonight, tomorrow and for every damn day I draw a breath.
"I'll hit the shower first," I offer with a kiss to her hand. "You come in when you're ready. If you want to go after I'm done, I'm good with that too. No pressure."
She nods, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth.
Shit. I think I might come from the sight of that.
"Make yourself at home." I motion with my chin toward the kitchen. "Help yourself to whatever's in the fridge if you get thirsty."
She doesn't say anything as I walk backward down the hallway that leads to my bathroom, my eyes still glued to her. "I'm glad you're here."
"I am too," she calls after me just as I drop my shirt on the floor and head to the shower.
I scrubmy hands over my face one last time. I have no idea how long I've been in here, but time is running out. If Petal was going to make an appearance, I think that would have happened by now.
I should shut off the water, towel-dry and hunt her down. I want to but I'm scared shitless that when I step back into the other room, that she'll be gone. A lot has gone down tonight and I wouldn't blame her if she needed a day or two to take it all in.
I push my head back under the spray, the sound of the water drowning out everything else.
Then I feel it.
It's faint at first and I can't tell if it's my motherfucking mind playing tempting tricks on me or not. I want it to be her. I want to spin around and see a wet, naked and willing Brynn Bishop staring back at me.
"Don't turn around," she whispers in my ear. "Not yet."
I nod as I reach down to grab hold of her hand and press it against my rock hard abs. I know how much she's wanted to touch me. I've watched her watching me in the gym.
"I like my body."
"You should," I say as I bend my neck back. "It's the most beautiful body I've ever seen."
"You haven't seen it yet, Smith."
I pull her hand up with mine and kiss her palm; softly, sweetly and exactly the way I'm going to kiss the inside of her thigh before I devour her pussy within the next ten minutes.
"I see it in my dreams every night, Petal."
She sighs and then chuckles. "You don't have to use those lines on me, Smith. I don't want you to."
I pivot so quickly that she doesn't realize what's happening until I'm staring at her beautiful, flawless face. I don’t drop my eyes because I'm going to wait until she's ready for me to soak in her perfection. "I'll never bullshit you. Never. I dream about you. I have almost every night since I saw you at the gym."
Her lips twist together in a way that I wish my dick was a part of, but it's not. It's bouncing against my stomach, hard and aching for me to acknowledge that it still exists.
