He did.
I glanced down at his ass—which the khaki pants clung to nicely.
When I shut the door, he turned to face me.
I moved to turn on a lamp. “A little gloomy.”
He raised an eyebrow.
I shrugged. “I want to see you.”
A slow smile crossed his face.
“And you’re wet.”
“It’s really coming down.”
Even in the sprint from his SUV, he’d gotten soaked. “You want to throw your clothes in the dryer? Or will that ruin them?”
“Wash and wear. I’ll survive if they’re damp. If you’re asking me to get naked, though, then I’m happy for you to put them in the dryer.” He removed his keys, wallet, and cell phone from his pockets and put them on the bench. Then he sat next to his things and bent to untie his shoe laces.
I toed off my cowboy boots. I’d gone casual today—having forgotten that I would be witnessing the check-presenting ceremony. I removed my leather jacket, wiped off the wet, and hung it on the rack.
Ulysses, having removed his shoes, stood and removed his jacket as well.
“You look good.”
He snorted. “What, when I’m not wearing my leathers?”
“I like you in your leathers. This way—the dryer is next to the bathroom. You remember where the bathroom is, right?”Where you had a shower and then emerged gloriously naked? With a rivulet of water running down your chest and—
“Yes, I remember.” He followed me and, when I arrived, I pivoted back.
He had his shirt open and was fingering his pants button.
Yep. Great memory, Finnegan. He’s exactly as hot as you remember.“You want a shower?”
He shook his head. “I was hoping we might head to your bedroom. The sooner I fuck you, the sooner I get answers.” Even as he said the stark words, he had a little light in his eye.
Drat.I’d sort of hoped he’d forgotten about that. I’d hoped maybe he’d be…too overcome by passion to remember to ask me questions. Questions I likely didn’t even have answers for anyway—but he didn’t know that. I held out my hand.
He removed his shirt and handed it to me. Then he unbuttoned his pants and yanked them down as well.
I made a show of examining his boxer briefs for dampness.
With a sly smile, he slid them off as well. “Might as well have them nice and toasty warm.”
“I like your thinking.” I tossed all his clothes into the dryer. Then I removed my department T-shirt and chucked it in as well.
He eyed my jeans.
“Nah.” I pressed the button to turn on the dryer and then gestured to the bathroom.
“Sure.” He grinned as he sauntered in.
I was grateful he closed the door—I wasn’t into listening to other guys piss. Had enough of that at work. Very little privacy in a fire hall. I strode back to the hallway lamp and shut it off. Then I pivoted and headed to my bedroom. Once there, I removed my jeans and underwear.
“Yum.”
