“No need to be smug about it, but yes, your apartment is gorgeous.”
I chuckle at her snarky comment. “Thanks.”
“I wonder why it’s so much bigger than my place.”
I don’t like where this line of thought is going. “Savannah?”
“Hmm.” Her head turns in my direction.
Pointing my thumb over my shoulder, I walk back towards my bedroom. “The shower is this way.”
“Oh, yes. Shower.” Savannah chuckles nervously as she follows me. I don’t miss her shocked face when I lead her deeper down the longer hallway towards the bedrooms. Towards the master suite.
There is only one bathroom I want her showering in.
Mine.
Preferably with me in it, but her alone and naked in it works for now. I want the scent of her shampoo to linger long after she’s gone. I get hard just thinking about the water from my rain shower sliding down her soapy nude body.
Fuck, I’m going to need a solo session to take the fucking edge off.
I stop at the threshold and watch how Savannah’s eyes scan every inch of the room. Her cheeks turn a sexy pink as she takes in the California king mattress in the center of the room. The wrought iron and distressed wood frame catches her attention, and I hope that’s appreciation in her amber eyes.
Whereas my living space was decorated by my mother, the bedroom is all me. Every inch, every piece of furniture—all of it—was picked out by yours truly.
“The shower is through here.” I direct Savannah towards the bathroom and turn on the lights.
My cock rises to full mast as her mouth hangs open in wonder at the double rain shower that takes up more than half the bathroom. I need to get the hell out of here, or I might do something I know Savannah isn’tready for.
“Take your time and use whatever you need. Those are clean.” I point to the towels already on the warming rack that I set out for her. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Without drawing attention to the very hard situation going on in my shorts, I excuse myself and rush to the small guest bathroom across the hall.
Only one way to stop myself from going back into that bathroom.
I whip out my dick and fuck my fist to visions of a very wet, very naked Savannah.
nineteen
Savannah
Nicosurprisestheheckout of me when he opens the door to what is clearly his bedroom and leads me to his ensuite bathroom.
My jaw hits the floor as I step inside the bathroom. It’s every woman’s dream.
Various shades of gray slate cover the floors and walls. There’s a double sink with a white and gray quartz countertop, and plenty of storage for personal products. An enormous soaking tub, big enough for four people, sits in front of the wall of floor-to-ceiling glass windows. But the shower takes the cake. It’s gorgeous, and whoever designed it did an amazing job encasing it in glass and putting in the double rain shower. It looks big enough to host a party.
A naked party.
Thoughts of him with other women flip my stomach upside down, making me nauseous.
For the life of me, I don’t understand why I keep getting jealous over a man who’s not mine and never will be. I can’t ever go therewith Nico. It would be way too weird. He was with my sister, and that’s justicky, right?
It doesn’t matter that I’m incredibly attracted to him. It doesn’t matter that he’s become the person I envision when I pull out my vibrator and get myself off.
“Take your time and use whatever you need. Those are clean,” Nico grunts, cutting off my brain spiral. His voice is thick, almost strained, and the rough timbre caresses my skin like calloused fingers, making my nipples harden. He points to the set of towels on the rack near the shower. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
Nico brushes awkwardly past me, his salty leather scent trailing behind him, as he leaves me to shower. Alone.
