Page 29 of One Touch

I wanted to use his just so I could see what his room looked like and get a peek at his hygiene products. But given how private he was, I wanted to be invited into those spaces.

“We can use mine. It’s bigger.”

I nodded and continued to his room. Pushing it open, I held my breath as I took in his space. My eyes couldn’t take everything in fast enough. It was the exact opposite of what I expected. The rest of the apartment was done in white, gray, and black. There was barely even a hint of another color.

So, stepping inside a kaleidoscope of blue, green, and gold was overwhelming. The walls were a pale green, and the bedding was a rich blue. A green, blue, and gold rug lay in front of the bed. The art and curtains followed suit, tying the room together. It was beautiful, and I wished I could spend more time there.

“Wow.”

“It’s just a room,” Lathan said. He took over, leading us to the bathroom and tugging my hand when I didn’t immediately follow. His bathroom was just as incredible. It had a massive walk-in shower with several shower heads along one wall and a soaker tub on the other. The dual sink covered the other wall and had a wall of cabinets and shelves.

“Is that a coffee machine?” I gasped.

Lathan ignored me and walked into the shower. He hit a few buttons, and the jets and heads turned on like he had a specific program.

“Quit gawking, or I’ll kick you to your own shower,” he complained.

Smiling, I stepped inside so he couldn’t fulfill his threat. It was awkward at first as we stood under the showerheads. He wouldn’t look at me, and I hated it.

“Let me,” I said, stepping forward to take the loofah from his hands. Lathan hesitated but relinquished it to me in the end.

I took my time and washed every inch of him thoroughly, partly because I wanted to see how much I could get away with and also because every second I got to touch him was nirvana.

“I’m clean,” he griped when I went to swipe across his stomach one more time.

“For now,” I teased.

Lathan rolled his eyes and stepped out of my reach. Pouting, I cleaned myself and rinsed off. He turned off the shower, and I knew I’d need a tutorial on how to work it before I could try it on my own.

“Towels?” I asked. He nodded toward the cabinet. I grabbed two, but I dried every inch of him myself instead of giving him one.

“I can do that.”

“I know. But I like it.” I stared up at him from below. “You like it, too.”

He grumbled something under his breath about kicking me out, but I knew he was bluffing. I wrapped the towel around his waist when he was dry and then dried myself.

“Can I dress myself, or will you do that too?”

“Nah, knock yourself out. I need to tame the curls. But don’t forget the new rule… clothing is optional.” I winked and dropped the towel into the basket on my way out the door. When I got to the threshold, I glanced over my shoulder and caught him staring at my butt.

“If you want to touch it, you just have to ask, Silver Spoon.”

“You wish, Bambi.” He rolled his eyes and glared at me in challenge. I scanned his body elevator style and licked my lips.

“Yeah, I do.” His jaw dropped, and the smile that crossed my lips didn’t leave me for the rest of the night.

CHAPTER12

LATHAN

I’d clearly lostmy fucking mind because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stay away from Miller Fahn. I fought against him, but we both knew it was fake. I wanted everything he was willing to give me.

It had been two weeks since I’d ruined his date, and we’d come to our new arrangement—an exclusive situationship. We’d played three home and three away games, and had only lost one. The Aces were on a hot streak, and I couldn’t deny any longer that Miller had a point. Orgasms were good stress relief.

I still had no idea what I was doing. I’d never been led by sexual desire, so to have this sudden awakening was maddening. I was hard all the time, and no matter how many orgasms Miller wrung out of me, I never hit my limit. Not that he seemed to mind. It was almost as if he took it as a challenge to see where my line was.

The other stuff—the constant touching and talking—wasn’t as horrible as I’d expected. I’d never been one for physical intimacy or conversation, but Miller didn’t let me get away with avoiding it. It was nice to have someone push back and not give in because of my last name. I hadn’t realized how rare that was outside of my brother.

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