Page 45 of Sparks Flying

She surprised me by kissing me this time and then heading for the bathroom. I stood there grinning for a moment, but when I heard the water turn on, I ran after her.

“Uh, Bailey, I should probably fly out that window before you. . .”

My words were halted at the sight of her naked body stepping into the hot water.

“Damn.”

I couldn’t stop myself from taking off my own clothes and joining her.

“Dean,” she protested.

But I kissed her breathless.

She giggled and pulled back.

“I’m kind of in a hurry.”

I shrugged and grinned down at her. “I do need to shower, too.”

“This isn’t taking things slowly.”

“All I’ve done is kiss you.”

Though she’d have to be blind not to see just how turned on I was. If I survived showering with her and not taking things to the next level, then I was definitely going to have to fly home and handle things myself before going into the office.

“So what you’re saying is this is a time saver? Like killing two birds with one stone?”

I gave her a horrified expression. “Don’t ever use that phrase again. No bird killings around here.”

She giggled. “Sorry. I didn’t even think about that.”

“Aren’t you here to help protect us birds? And now you want to go around mass killing with stones?”

I feigned horror just to get her to laugh again and see the light in her eyes when she smiled.

I was so screwed.

In my twenty-four years of life, I had flirted with ease, but never had it been as rewarding as this. I knew I was laying it on thick, but the outcome had been worth it.

“Turn around,” I told her as I soaped up a washcloth and then washed her backside.

I didn’t think she’d let me touch the rest of her, yet. Baby steps.

When a soft moan escaped her, I wasn’t sure this was a good idea at all. It was taking every ounce of personal restraint not to say screw it and make love to her right here in the shower.

Her first time should be more than just a morning quickie, though.

I kept reminding myself that when she boldly turned to face me as she leaned her head back to wash her hair.

“You’re a little temptress,” I muttered, before daring to finish bathing her.

The washcloth was between us the whole time, so I wasn’t really touching her the way I wanted to. I watched her response as I moved the rag down one arm and then the other. And when I brushed it over her breasts, she shivered from the touch.

I didn’t press my luck and kept things quick and efficient without lingering on any one spot for too long.

By the time I was done, she was through washing her hair and traded places with me.

I honestly thought she’d leave to finish getting ready, but she stayed.

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