Page 143 of The Right Kind of Wrong

Would the life that they’d found themselves falling into over the last few months be enough for Monroe? Both in the practical sense and the emotional one?

Even if Blake knew that changes on the horizon could lead to true heartbreak, she couldn’t seem to stop herself from careening forward.

From holding on to their closeness like it was a security blanket.

It was so confusing how that worked. The thing that made her feel the safest was also the thing that could hurt her more than anything else.

She scrubbed her skin. Shampooed and then conditioned her hair. Shaved her legs. All the while, Blake continued to tell herself it was all going to be okay.

Because what else could she do?

Definitely not hold herself back. That ship had already sailed, she thought mirthlessly.

Finally—she had no idea how long it had been—she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack.

She was toweling off her body when the bathroom door clicked open softly.

Monroe’s head poked through the gap, steam filtering out into the main room. “Hi,” she said, and Blake’s stomach immediately did a somersault. “I just wanted to check on you. It’s been a while.”

Blake’s eyebrows lifted skeptically. “Afraid I had a slip and fall?”

Monroe opened the door a little wider so that she could sneak inside with Blake before shutting it behind her. Her gaze raked across Blake’s naked body, but she didn’t move closer. Instead, she leaned back, taking Blake in. “You can never be too careful. In our home, bath time is always monitored these days.”

“Is that right?” Blake asked, still feeling the uncomfortable twinge from earlier in the day, even as desire was already starting to soak through her at Monroe’s focused attention.

“Maisie’s out like a light,” Monroe said, finally taking a step closer, her words imbued with meaning. “She also fell asleep with her headphones on. She insisted. Said that I snored.”

“The Lockhart women do love their beauty sleep.” It was all that Blake could manage, given the way that Monroe’s eyes were still trailing across her exposed skin, causing goose bumps to spring up in their wake.

And even with all the confusing thoughts swirling around in Blake’s mind, it was easy to give in to the chemistry between them. She turned around so that she could watch herself applying lotion in the mirror.

Monroe walked across the small bathroom until she was standing behind Blake, who immediately softened when Monroe wrapped her arms around her torso, pulling her backward so that their bodies were pressed together.

They both sighed, and Blake, though lidded eyes, caught Monroe’s smile in the mirror.

Watching her.

A whole different sensation skittered through Blake then.

Especially when Monroe slid her hands upward and began toying with Blake’s nipples.

“Monroe,” Blake whispered in warning, even as she pushed her ass harder against Monroe, already feeling the heat through Monroe’s thin shorts.

“I’ve wanted to touch you all day,” Monroe said simply.

And then, she did.

Her fingers plucked at Blake’s nipples, rolling the hardened buds. Blake’s breath caught in her throat as Monroe scratched down her chest, the sensation shooting straight to her center.

The lotion was forgotten on the counter as Blake leaned her head back and gave herself over to Monroe’s hands, scratching their way down her stomach. Her abs tensed when Monroe’s fingers stopped at her hip bones before pressing into her skin and dragging outward, pulling Blake’s hips open wider.

She brought one of her hands up, wrapping Monroe’s still-wet locks around her fingers, holding her close while she arched her back.

Monroe, as usual, was playing her body expertly, and she could feel the heat working its way down her spine, her pussy already begging for relief.

“Are you sure⁠—”

“Maisie’s as far away from us as she is at home. She’s sleeping on the bed near the window, and even if she took her headphones off, I’m pretty sure that I couldn’t hear someone screaming over the air-conditioning unit that you have on full blast.”