Page 150 of His Reckoning

The bathroom fills quickly with the sound of running water. Steam begins curling toward the ceiling as Kayla steps inside ahead of me, pushing her hair off her shoulders.

I lean against the doorframe for a second, just watching her.

She turns when she feels my eyes on her. “You’re just going to stand there?”

“I’m deciding,” I say calmly.

“Deciding what?”

“Whether yoga was actually your plan tonight.”

She rolls her eyes. “I told you, I’m trying to fix my writer’s block.”

I step into the bathroom and close the door behind me.

“And bending yourself into a human pretzel is the solution?”

“It’s called grounding your body.”

I unbutton the cuffs of my shirt slowly. “And is it working?”

Kayla shrugs, stepping under the spray and tilting her face into the water. “Maybe.”

Water runs down her shoulders, darkening her hair.

I loosen another button.

“Because from where I’m standing,” I say, voice low, “it looks like you’re just trying to distract yourself.”

She glances back at me. “From what?”

I hang my jacket over the back of a chair. “Me.”

Her mouth opens. The water continues running between us.

For a moment, the room goes quiet, except for the steady rhythm of the shower.

She holds my gaze for a long second before she shakes her head and reaches for the edge of the shower door.

“Well,” she says, stepping back into the steam, “if you’re going to stand there, making accusations all night, you might as well get in.”

The invitation hangs in the air between us. I loosen the last button on my shirt and move forward.

I kick off my pants and step into the shower. Kayla leans against the tiles. Her eyes move along my body with wonder and appreciation.

I brace my hands on the wall, caging her in. “You have no idea what you do to me when you look at me like that.”

I watch her chest rise and fall rapidly.

“Show me,” she replies.

I’ve been craving another taste of her all day.

The second the thought hits, I’m already dropping to my knees, pushing her lips apart with my thumbs.

Her clit is swollen and obviously aching for my tongue. I waste no time moving my tongue along it while I stick my fingers inside of her.

“Ooh, yeah,” she exhales.