“Stop it.”
“I didn’t do anything,” he insists, heading down the hall to his bedroom.
He strips out of the shorts and T-shirt he was wearing when I got to his house and stands there in his boxers looking positively edible. He snaps in front of my face. “My eyes are up here, Nurse Oaklee.”
I giggle and shake my head. “Sorry. You’re very distracting.”
He presses his lips to mine and says, “As are you. Now, wrap me up so we can take a shower together.”
“I’m not taking a shower with you,” I counter, grabbing the Saran Wrap and starting to pull it out.
“What? Why not? What if I fall?”
I roll my eyes and drop to my knees in front of him.
“Now we’re talking.”
“Stop it,” I holler through my fit of laughter. He doesn’t say anything as I wrap his leg, making sure to keep it as tight as possible so no water gets in. “All set.”
When I look up, he’s just staring at me, a touch of annoyance mixed with his normal humor-filled eyes. “I can’t believe you’re not showering with me.”
I roll my eyes dramatically. “You’ll be just fine. While you shower, I’m gonna get the ice cream and brownies ready.”
That perks him up a bit. “Fine, but only if I get to eat mine off your wet pussy.”
A gasp fills the room. “Knock it off,” I insist, hitting him gently in the chest.
We walk into the bathroom, and he cranks on the hot water to let it heat. I make sure his towel is within reach as he carefully drops his boxers on the floor. His cock is erect, and when he points down to it, he says, “I can’t believe you’re going to ignore him in his time of need. How rude!”
He’s something else, I tell you. Cade has made me laugh more in the short time we’ve known each other than all six years I was with Lance. Sad, isn’t it? But it’s the truth. I’ve never felt this carefree, and I know it’s because of the naked man before me.
“Get in,” I insist, pulling open the shower curtain and stepping to the side.
He adjusts the water and tests it with his hand.
“Remember to try to keep your foot up on the ledge of the tub as much as you can. That’ll help keep the water from running down into the cling wrap.”
“Or you could just get in here with me,” he grumbles, the cutest pout on his handsome face.
“That would not help at all. In fact, I think it would have the opposite effect.”
“We’ll never know until we try.”
Shaking my head, I point to the water. “In.”
He points down at my crotch. “There?”
“Later, tiger,” I reply.
He touches the water again to check the temperature before reaching over and grabbing my boob. Of course, it leaves a big handprint on my scrubs top and is quickly soaking through to my bra. “You’re wet. You should just get in,” he states right before reaching for my arm and dragging me toward the water.
“No!” I bellow just as the front doorbell rings.
“Ignore it.”
“It could be something important,” I counter.
“Anyone important would have let themselves in the back door,” he says.
