Fuck this erection.
I turn around.
She’s naked, arms wrapped around her chest. Her eyes slide from me the second I face her. My gaze wants to explore every beautiful curve, but what just came out of her mouth takes priority.
“Nobody is perfect because nobodyis perfect. Unless you make it so. And I prefer real and raw.” I wait until she peeks up at me, then give her a reassuring smile. “I have burns, scars, and flaws I’d rather not point out to a woman I think is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen, and I try hard to forget that she found out my embarrassing middle name the first time we met.”
A soft smile plays on her lips. “Then why’d you show me your ID?”
“You were wary, and I wanted to reassure you that you had nothing to fear from me.” I peer down at her, trying to look serious. “If you can keep from standing on any tall buildings with a megaphone, screaming it far and wide, I guess I can live with you knowing that my middle name is Jane.”
She grins and stops hugging herself in an effort to hide so much of her body from me. “And if I wanted to scream it far and wide?”
I let out a dramatic sigh. “Then I guess I can learn to live with that, too. Wrap your arms around me so you don’t slip, and I’ll share some of this hot water with you.”
She steps toward me, looping her arms around my shoulders, and I turn her so we’re both getting the hot water spray on the right sides of our bodies.
“So, why Jane?”
“My mom wanted a girl, but it took a while for my parents to have Noah and then for me to come along. They probably figured they wouldn’t have more, and Mom was determined that at least one of her kids would be called Jane. Unfortunately for me, Noah lucked out, and I was the sacrifice.” I grin, keeping the focus on my embarrassing middle name and not on a beautiful body I can’t imagine why she’d ever want to hide. I see her, and all I do is want.
She laughs. “Sacrifice? It’s not that bad. I like Jane. And it could have been Penelope or Barbie. You could be all mysterious and call yourself JJ but refuse to say what that second J stands for. It would drive people crazy.”
“Hmmm. I like the way you think.” Clasping her hips, I glide the tip of my nose along hers. Rose seems to like it, tilting her head back so I can keep doing it as she wraps her arms around my waist.
Her smile is so beautiful, so radiant, that I have to taste her lips. My hands explore her curves, and I groan into her mouth as my fingers find her ass, massaging it and groaning again.
“Fuck,” I say against her lips, “you have the sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.”
She laughs. “You haven’t even seen it.”
“Oh, I’ve definitely seen it. I was just very careful about making sure you didn’t catch me looking. You’d have known for sure that my thoughts weren’t pure.”
It’s such a ridiculous thing to say that I’m not the least bit surprised she laughs, and I grin down at her. God, this woman’s smile is like sunlight flooding my soul.
“What does that even mean?” she asks, still laughing.
I drop a kiss on her lips. “It means I have been wanting to bend you over things and…”
Her smile fades, and she swallows hard. The scent of her arousal, rich, heady and spicy-sweet, teases my nose. “And what?”
“Turn around and find out,” I dare her.
For two beats, she holds my gaze. My heart stops when she places her hands flat on my chest and pushes. Instantly, I step back, giving her the space she needs. Her hands drop from my body, and my mood plummets through the floor.
Shit. She wasn’t ready for this.
Shejustadmitted she isn’t confident with her body, and you dare her to show you her ass? Idiot.
All she wanted was to shower and talk, and instead I’ve pushed her into?—
She turns around.
My gaze dips, and the breath stops in my throat.
This was not a good idea.
My fingers spasm and all the blood shoots to one particular body part.
