His forehead clunked against the clear glass of her shower, and breathing heavy, he opened his eyes and—
Shit. Damn. Fuck.
“Are you seriously thinking of me? While you—” Courtney gestured to his hand and what it held.
Uh-huh. Courtney was standing there in her robe, her mouth a perfect little circle, her eyes fastened right on what his hand was doing to himself.
He blinked away a whole slew of water.
This wasn’t Fantasy Courtney. This was the real deal.
She was breathing faster as she said, “You’ve been in here forever…”
Her abundance of brown hair piled high on the crown of her head. Her perfectly pink lips still in that adorable little O. Her eyes fastened on his dick while her pupils dilated.
Now, he wasn’t entirely sure of the protocol here.
She continued on. “I got worried. You didn’t answer when I knocked.”
Yeah, he’d been fucking his hand right about then.
Annnd, she kept talking. “I thought maybe something happened…”
Given that he was the naked one, he figured she should be the one to turn around and leave.
Given that this was her shower, maybe it should be him?
In any case, somebody should leave.
Yet his hand moved once more on his shaft to ease just a smidge of the ache.
That cute little tongue of hers darted out to lick at her bottom lip, wetting it there.
“In or out,” he said, instead of telling her how absolutely gorgeous she looked like that—first thing in the morning, her hair a mess, her face fresh from sleep. Instead of telling her how comfortable her couch was for sleep.
The least he could do was give her a compliment after he’d jacked her hot water and also jacked…
“Your call,” he continued, instead of apologizing for giving himself a hand job with her coconut-scented conditioner.
“My call?” Her eyes flared dangerously.
He was fucked. She would kick his ass out on the sidewalk and have every reason to do it. Then what would the tabloids think? Everyone was looking for his car. Looking to see where Bax went to lick his wounds.
He dropped his hand from his dick, ready to turn off the water and take his walking papers. Willing his erection to chill for a while.
But Courtney? Giving him a demand to get the hell out?Thatis not what she did.
No. She didnotkick his ass out on the sidewalk.
Courtney Lincoln untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. “I’m in.”
Uh, fuck him to Florida. The water should’ve been a cold wake-up call instead of hot steam.
But she kicked the robe aside, and he held her with his gaze, eye fucking her as she slipped black cotton panties over her thighs, and stepped out of them.
Was this some kind of test? Probably a test.
Seeing as he started the exam, he should probably have a better idea of what was going down.
