Page 38 of Out of Sight

Will burst out laughing. “Please go on, honey. I’d love to hear what all I did for you and your body.”

I said it all intentionally, but still couldn’t help the blush that warmed my skin.

“It’s okay, honey,” he said, taking the towel from my hands, patting away the sweat dripping down my neck. His smile was too sweet. Could he actually be a decent guy after all? “You go take your shower. I’ll take one after. A cold one, I’ll tell you that.”

I smacked him on the chest, but lightly, and then left him to head through my room and into my bathroom. I glanced at the tub but resisted the urge. Filling up that thing would take a while, and I didn’t have time to indulge in that kind of luxury. As the shower heated up, I thought of a different indulgence I could partake in.

Stepping under the spray, I imagined Will joining me.

He’d have to lean down to let the spray wash over his head, the only downside to his height. The water would drip over his eyelids and caress his strong neck. It would cascade down his strong arms and firm chest and smooth stomach.

The long fingers of one hand would twine one at a time around my neck and twist into my hair. His other hand would pull my waist hard against him, then slide lower to hold my ass tight until I couldn’t tell where his body ended and mine began.

He would tighten the grip in both of his hands, feeling every single inch of me before reaching one hand up to guide my head back so he could attack my mouth with his. His tongue would delve deep, thrusting against mine, moving to a smooth rhythm that I knew would mirror what he would do with-

“Claire, I’m going to hit the grocery store in a few. Is there anything specific you want?”

Jim’s gruff voice rumbling through the door broke the spell.Damn.

“Nope, I’m good!” I called back, picking up my body wash. I shouldn’t have been thinking of Will in that way anyway.

I showered, dried off, and got dressed in my frumpiest house clothes: yoga pants and a big cozy sweater. I didn’t need Willchecking out my assets and making me forget why I needed to keep my distance.

Will didn’t tease me when I came back downstairs. In fact, he didn’t actually say anything at all before he went back upstairs for his own shower. It was a miracle.

Half an hour later I was cozied back up on the armchair reading. Will came downstairs with hair still wet, a smug and satisfied grin on his face.Oh my.

But he just continued on his way to the kitchen. I leaned forward, peeking in after him from my seat. He was comparing two tubs of protein powder on the counter; his own special request from the store, according to Jim.

Seeing me looking at him, he asked, “Can I make you a shake, honey? The protein will help with the recovery after your workout.”

A couple droplets of water rolled down his neck into the V of his t-shirt. I vividly remembered my shower thoughts.

“Honey, do you want a protein shake?” I nodded. I didn’t trust myself to speak. “Awesome. Chocolate or strawberry?”

“Huh?” The hair on the back of my neck was standing up. He was the one who just got out of a cold shower but it was my nipples that were tightening under my sweater.

“Flavor? For the shake?”

“Right.” So much for him being distracted my me. “Sure. Both. Either. Whatever you’re having is fine.”

I hid my face behind the pages of my book again as he pulled out the blender and milk. I snuck quick glances at him while he carefully measured out the protein powder, leveling the scoop with his pinky and licking off the remnants. Then his precise knife skills as he cored and halved the strawberries had me staring. I was done for by the time brought one half of a berry up to his lips, chewing carefully while the blender pulsated.

But then he was bringing the shakes over and I fumbled to hide my intense scrutiny.

“I hope you’re not going to flirt so shamelessly with all your future clients,” I joked, avoiding his eyes.

“Of course not. I’m sure I’ll also be working with some guys.”

“You flirt with Jim.” Okay, I was exaggerating.

“Well, who wouldn’t flirt with their very own 007, Marshal Jim Marshall?”

“Ha ha. You know what I mean.”

“I do know what you mean. And I’ll tell you this: believe it or not, I’m not a big flirt.”

“Yeah right!” I pushed him on the shoulder, rolling my eyes. I took a sip from my straw. It tasted amazing.

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