Page 107 of Flipping the Script

He held my gaze. “Take a look at what?”

“Whatever you like.”

He shot me a cocky grin that made me want to punch him, but at the same time, sent a little shiver of awareness through me.

Thank fuck I was too wet and annoyed to react, and my dick stayed down as I reached into the shower and turned on the water.

I could feel his eyes on me. Was he checking out my ass? Did he like what he saw?

Taking a chance, I glanced over my shoulder.

His eyes were glued to my ass. I tried to ignore the flicker of pride at his hungry look.

“Like what you see?” I asked teasingly, arching my back to pop my ass out.

“You’re annoyingly chipper for someone who dragged my ass through a storm and is forcing me to take a freezing cold shower.”

“In my defense, the storm wasn’t in the forecast, and I don’t control the weather, so that’s not my fault. The generator might be, but I have plausible deniability since we don’t know for sure why it crapped the bed. And you don’t have to take a shower. You can stay dirty for all I care. But you’re not wearing anything of mine until you’re clean, so choose wisely.”

“How are you so upbeat and annoying right now?”

I shrugged. “It’s either pretend like everything is fine, or I lose my shit and we both regret it.”

“Mood.” Hooking his thumbs over the waistband of his briefs, he pushed them down until they landed on the floor with mine.

It was the first time I’d seen him completely nude, and I couldn’t help drinking in every detail of his powerful body and the proud way he stood on display for me.

“Are you going to get in the shower so we can get this over with? Or are you going to keep staring at my dick?” he asked, startling me out of my daze.

I lifted my gaze slowly. A cocky smile played on his lips. “Just appreciating the view.”

“Yeah, well, remember it now, because it’s gonna look different after an ice shower.”

A laugh bubbled up out of my chest. “Keep that energy for me, and we have a deal.”

“Are you stalling or dragging this out?”

“What’s the difference?”

“Stalling means you don’t want to do this anymore than I do, and dragging it out means you’re a sadist.”

Another little laugh escaped me. “Definitely not a sadist. A masochist, maybe. That would explain why I can’t seem to stay the fuck away from you.”

Realizing what I’d just said, I threw the shower curtain open, the hooks dragging loudly over the metal rod, and stuck my hand under the freezing spray to try and prepare for how much this was going to suck.

“I got this. On three.” I blew out a breath and rolled my shoulders like I was getting ready for a boxing match. “One. Two.” I paused and braced for what I knew was coming. “Three.”

I half stepped, half jumped into the shower, and immediately let out a loud squeal as I was pelted with what felt like ice shards, the pain as bad as the cold.

“Oh, hell no!” I jumped out of the shower, nearly falling on my ass in the process and spraying water everywhere. “Fuck, that’s cold,” I said through chattering teeth as my whole body sort of glitched out and the cold actually felt hot for a few seconds.

“Does the showerhead detach?”

“What?” I shivered violently. “Remind me again why mud is bad?”

“You’re the one who said I wasn’t getting clean clothes until we showered. This is on you.” He pointed to the showerhead. “Can that be handheld?”

“Yeah.”

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