Page 14 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

I look down at where I’m awkwardly holding the edges of my towel together.

“I played football in high school,” he offers. “Got pretty good at covering up with very small towels after losing one too many in the middle of a locker room.”

He stands up. His towel stays secure, even when he holds his hands out to the side and does a funny little dance in the middle of the sauna, shaking his hips back and forth.

Sadly, his towel stays on.

“See? I’m an expert,” he says, putting his hands on his hips, his pointer fingers right in that V.

I scoot over on the bench, letting him sit next to me.

“What were you going to do if your toweldidfall off?” I tease, his weight settling next to me. It just got even warmer in here, I swear.

“That depends,” Cash says.

He’s even more handsome close up, with dazzling blue eyes and tousled hair that I desperately want to run my fingers through.

“On what?” I ask.

He reaches for the side of my towel and I relinquish it to him.

Just take it off me, I think.Take it off me and kiss me and just take me right here in this sauna.

“Depends on what you were gonna do,” he says, tugging lightly on the corners of the towel. “If you’d started laughing, I’d have started laughing. If you’d screamed, I’d have screamed.”

The towel jerks as he ties it in a tight knot, his fingers brushing against my side. His left hand just barely brushes my nipple through the fabric of the towel, and I swear an electric shock goes through me.

“What if I hadn’t done either of those things?” I ask, nearly breathless.

Cash doesn’t answer right away, just finishes tying the knot in my towel, his knuckles still against my skin as he does. I can practically feel his eyes boring into me, the electricity between us nearly palpable.

“Why?” he asks as he finishes, his voice suddenly low and husky. “What were you thinking of doing when my towel fell off, Larkin?”

He lets the knot go, but keeps his fingers there for a moment longer, slowly brushing them over my arm before he sits back.

You’re here for three months with him and his whole band. Don’t do anything to make it weird.

Do. Not. Make. It. Weird.

“Um. Politely avert my eyes, I guess?” I say, the words practically tumbling over each other in their rush to leave my mouth.

“Really?” he asks. Now he’s grinning that familiar grin, his arms stretched over the back of the bench again. “You’d be polite about it?”

Jump on him. Get on his lap and kiss him, yank his towel off, see what happens.

I jump to my feet suddenly. It’s too suddenly, because I get lightheaded from the heat, swaying slightly.

Before I know it, Cash is there, his hands on my hips, guiding me back down to the bench, his face next to mine.

“Sorry, I forgot not to stand up quickly,” I say, smiling weakly at him.

“You all right?”

His hand is on my bare skin beneath my towel, and it feels good. It feelssogood, big and warm and rough, yet soothing.

I want more. I want him to touch me everywhere, I want him to push me up against the wall of this sauna and—

“Earth to Larkin.”

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