“Come shower.”
I take her hand and lead her into the bathroom.
“What… I can…”
I crank on the water. “I’ll shower with you. I’m not leaving you alone to pass out again.”
“You don’t need to do that. I’m fine.”
I shake my head and check the water temperature. “Get in.”
She’s still wearing her bathing suit, and so am I, so it’s not like we’re getting naked together.
Which we did many times in the shower, speaking of memories. Hot memories. Like the ones of our hot-tub adventures back home in Salmon Arm. Which doesn’t help my stiff cock.
I hold her hips while she soaps up and rinses off because she’s still pasty and a little shaky. She keeps glancing up at me, dropping her gaze, biting her lip. The steam in the shower is thick and the air charged. In this enclosed space, we’re hyper aware of each other.
She may be my ex, but I’m still attracted to her.
That’s… inconvenient.
She leans against the shower wall while I quickly wash up. I turn off the water, open the door, and reach for one of the big towels. “Turn around.”
She blinks. “What?”
I gently turn her by the shoulders. “Take off your bathing suit.” I hold up the towel to more or less block my view of her.
She doesn’t move at first, then reaches behind her back to unfasten the top. It’s a halter style and she pulls it over her head and drops it, then pushes her bikini bottoms down. They land on the wet floor at her feet.
Jesus Christ. I’m so hard, it’s amazing I haven’t passed out, too, from the blood rushing to my dick.
I drape the towel over her shoulders and she takes it and wraps it around herself.
“There you go.” My voice is low.
As she moves to step out of the shower, her gaze catches on the enormous erection tenting my shorts. Her lips part as she draws in a quick breath, then she leaps out of the shower.
Great.
I grab another towel for me and step out of my shorts. With the towel knotted on my hip, I pick up one more towel and pat it over Ayla’s shoulders and arms to dry them.
“Still doing okay?”
She gives a brief nod.
“Let’s get you back to bed.”
Christ.I swipe a hand across my forehead.
“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”
“Like hell you are.”
Hands on her shoulders, I direct her back to the bed. I yank back the covers.
“I, uh, need my pajamas.”
“Right.” I move around the bed to her suitcase.
