Page 22 of Royally Embraced: RBMC

If there was one thing she didn’t need, that was a man in her life. Pushing backward, she looked around at the things she’d laid out. She’d bundled everything together into piles that formed her daily routine. Her toothbrush and toothpaste werebeside the moisturizer and other face care things she’d picked up. The shower accessories included shampoo and conditioner, razor, and body wash. She placed those on the right side of the counter. Once she located the loofah, she stripped out of her clothing, folding them neatly inside the back half of her suitcase. She took her underwear into the shower and washed them by hand. They’d dry out by morning, so she’d have a pair to wear and not have to worry about the new clothes rubbing against her lady bits. A shudder wracked her at the thought of the irritation the garments might cause her sensitive areas.

She made a beeline for the shower with the essentials in her right hand and her panties in the other.

Steam billowed out as she opened the glass door. She placed everything inside, pulled the shower cap out of the little box, stretching it out until she could pull it over her head. The warm water felt amazing on her chilled flesh.

Lifting her chin, she sighed as the water splashed over her chest. Her mind wandered over the events of the night. Emotions clogged her brain, too strong to contain, anger, frustration, fear, and excitement. She had to push them down, or she’d drown in them. Closing her eyes, she took several deep breaths, focusing on the here and now. An image of Jeter appeared in her mind, filling spaces that had been empty.

She reached for the loofa, squirted some gel on it, and washed her body from neck to foot. Shit, she nearly forgot to shave. Grabbing the new razor, she went through the motions of taking care of her underarms and legs. One day, she’d have enough money to have that shit lasered off.

After she washed her panties, Tori rinsed them and herself off before turning off the water. At that moment, she remembered she’d forgotten to grab a towel and put it on the hook by the shower enclosure.

“God dammit,” she muttered. With her panties in her right hand, she pushed the door open, looking around the bathroom for the towels. A cold breeze made her shiver, goosebumps popping up on her flesh.

Rubbing her hand over her face, she knew her only option was to holler for Jeter unless she wanted to drip dry. The latter didn’t sound appealing to her.

She cleared her throat and tried to call out his name, but it was more like a croak. She coughed and swallowed twice before trying again. “Jeter,” she yelled, holding her breath.

The sound of his heavy footfalls got louder as he approached the bathroom door.

“Tori, did you call for me?” Jeter asked from outside.

A breath escaped her as she closed her eyes. “Y...yes. I forgot to get a towel before jumping in the shower. Do you know where they are?”

“Can I come in? I’m pretty sure they’re in there somewhere,” Jeter said.

There was a smile in his voice. “Yes, please.”

Staying behind the smoked glass door, she peered out at him with only her head visible. Their eyes met and held.

JETER’S MOUTH WENTdry. Knowing Tori was naked and wet only a few feet from him sent his mind into the gutter. He had to keep focused on the task at hand. Get her a towel and get the fuck out of there without doing anything stupid.

He found a stack of towels in the cabinet next to the sink. He grabbed a couple, figuring he’d need one after his shower, too. Turning back toward the shower stall, his feet froze mid-step as he took in the picture Tori made, standing naked behind thedoor. Although she was half hidden from his view by the frosted glass, he could still make out her petite form. The curves of her breasts were easy to see. His mouth watered.

“Here you go,” he rasped.

Her arm shot out, giving him a clearer view of her body. He handed her the towel, their fingers brushing when he placed the fabric in her hand. A shiver made her hand shake. Jeter placed his other hand over hers, sandwiching hers between his to keep her from dropping the towel. Her eyes jerked up to his, holding him prisoner.

“Th...thank you.”

Jeter ran his thumb over her knuckles and inhaled her clean scent. “Vanilla and raspberry,” he murmured.

She smiled. “It’s one of my favorite scents.”

“I think it’s my new fav now, too,” he said. As he stroked her hand, he realized she was still naked and in the shower. “I’ll, ah, let you finish. If you need anything else, holler.”

Tori licked her lips and nodded.

Fuck, he needed to get out of there before he leaned forward and kissed her. He let her hand go and took a step back, followed by another, until he was out the door. A huge exhale outside the closed door made him feel lightheaded. Jeter leaned against the wall, rubbing the tip of his finger over his bottom lip. He could almost picture her mouth pressed against his.

Pushing off the wall, he wrapped his hands around the back of his neck as he paced the length of the living quarters. The bed was a typical-sized king with several pillows stacked on top of the red plush comforter. Would she want to build a wall down the center for them to sleep tonight, or did she expect him to sleep on the sofa across the room? He stopped in front of the black leather sectional, eyeing the length and width. It would do if he had to crash on the damn thing. The entire space radiated a sexy bachelor pad more than a cozy couple retreat. Althoughhe knew brothers had brought women to the clubhouse rooms in California, there were spaces that they kept strictly for brothers with ole’ ladies or injured brothers. Those rooms never got used for hookups. If he were to guess, this space could go both ways. A brother would have to be a patched member, and up in the ranks to get a room this nice for the night.

His mind scrambled to picture doing everything others had done in the room with Tori. Dammit, he had to stop thinking that way. She filled too many thoughts within his fantasies since he’d seen her, taking over his mind like his very own sexual muse. Tori, in all her innocence, made him want things a man like him couldn’t have, creating a future filled with ripples and waves that begged to be filled by grains of sand. He imagined it would be like settling down, finding peace, holding onto, and enjoying love and life. That wasn’t him. His life was absolute chaos, thriving on danger and the unknown. He could offer a woman amazing sex, orgasms that were out of this world with his mouth, hands, and body, and maybe a repeat. After the glow of sex, there was, of course, some cuddling and feeding if they were hungry, then there was the door.

Jeter heard Tori moving around in the bathroom. His entire body was hyperaware of every move she made. Shit, he needed a few minutes in the shower himself so he could rub one out in order to get his head on straight. Maybe, just maybe, then he wouldn’t have this constant urge to fuck Tori.

Chapter Twelve

Jeter grabbed his bathroom bag out of his suitcase along with a fresh pair of boxer briefs. The wait for Tori to finish felt like an eternity. He had to remind himself that women took longer than men to get ready for anything.

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