“I have a feeling you’re going to be the death of me,” Baz rumbles, and my muscles constrict.
That could quite possibly be true.
I shake the thought off. Not today. Definitely not today.
Baz finally sets me down on my feet but doesn’t allow me to go very far. He keeps me close while he washes away his remnants from both our bodies.
“You’re sexy as shit covered in my come,” he professes, dropping a kiss on my lips as he turns the shower off.
Grabbing two towels from the linen closet, he wraps me up as I step out of the stall. He uses his own to dry off his body and his hair, which is still damp by the time he’s done, and I love the way the long strands are wavy and unruly on top of his head.
“You’re sexy as shit when you get out of the shower.”
Baz chuckles, and that slow, seductive smile of his lights up his face and the center of my chest.
“I’m glad you think so.” He drops his towel right on the floor then takes it upon himself to dry me off, using the cotton as an excuse to feel up my tits and ass.
“You’re not slick,” I call him out.
“I wasn’t trying to be.”
Once my body is dry and the wetness is out of my hair, Baz drops my towel on top of his. He then, with no warning, plucks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
“Baz!” I shriek. “Caveman!”
“Damn right.” He smacks my bare ass as he walks into his bedroom.
He tosses me on the bed, and I land on the mattress with a bounce.
“I guess I’m not going anywhere tonight?” I giggle.
“Nope.” He stands in front of me in all his naked glory.
I’m eyelevel to his pelvis, and my attention lands on the tattoo slithering along his lower hip. I trace the path of the ink the same way he did to mine.
A soft growl escapes his throat as my fingers graze his skin.
“I love the way you touch me.”
“The feeling is mutual.” Although it shouldn’t be. We just met. We barely know each other. It shouldn’t be this intense. This cerebral. But, it is. We both clearly feel it. It should scare the shit out of me, but it doesn’t. It enlivens me. Makes mehappy.
I read the words aloud.“If it comes; let it. If it goes; let it . . . Don’t be attached and you’ll find peace.”I try to understand the quote. It seems so dark. Not at all insightful.
“Why are you confused?” Baz touches the center of my furrowed brows.
“I’m not sure I’m a fan of this quote.”
“Why?”
“Don’t be attached and you’ll find peace?”I reread. “It sounds very distant. You don’t come across as distant.”
“I wouldn’t call it distant.” He caresses my cheek with the tip of his index finger. “Sometimes life becomes a little too much for me to handle. Sometimes I obsess. Or can’t let things go. And I have to remind myself to breathe. To remember that not everything in life has to be so heavy. It’s just the way my mind works. This quote is a reminder to go with the flow. To let life happen the way it’s supposed to.”
“I see. Then I take it back. It is insightful.” I lift my eyes to his. “Will you come to bed now?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.Ever.”
Baz slides onto the mattress and engulfs me in his arms. The ends of his damp hair tickle my cheek as the potent smell of pine wafts through the room.
