Page 104 of Writing Mr. Wrong

A wicked grin sparked. “In case I woke up and walked in on you and whoops, you didn’t mean to leave that open.”

“It’s a sexy romance staple. Along with the hero really needing to take his shirt off. I was running through them all.”

“Except in the sexy romance version, I would have woken up and stumbled into the bathroom, which I didn’t do.”

“Probably for the best. Those scenes work much better in books.”

“True. If I really did open that door, I’d have been a gentleman and backed out fast. And probably not seen more than a bare arm.”

She sighed. “Exactly.”

“Well, since we’re sharing, wanna know my dirtier little secret from that night?”

Her brows shot up. “Absolutely.”

“Well, it started with seeing you in my bathrobe, which was incredibly hot. So hot I needed a shower. And I didn’t lock the door either. Instead, I enjoyed a nice long shower, imagining you coming in there and seeing me enjoying more than a nice long shower.”

She bit her lip, and his eyes sparked.

Now he was the one leaning toward her ear to whisper. “Which I did. Ithoroughlyenjoyed myself in that shower.”

Her cheeks went as hot as the rest of her. “And I missed it.”

“Probably for the best. Like you said, real life doesn’t quite work the same.”

“Me shrieking and backing out babbling apologiesisn’tsexy?”

“Notmykind of sexy.”

“Good. Which is exactly what I would have done… and then spent the rest of the day forcing myself to wait until I was at home alone to replay the scene.” She tickled kisses up the side of his neck. “Over and over again.”

He groaned.

She kept kissing his neck and shoulders, until she realized she couldn’t quite do that and talk. Sadly. So she settled back and ran her fingers over his nipples again, enjoying his exhale of pleasure before her fingers ran down the rest of his chest.

“I dreamed of you the other night,” she said. “After I fell asleep outside. So many dreams of us. In bed. At the arena. Out on the deck furniture.”

That wicked grin. “Talking, right?”

“I do not remember any talking. And then I woke up to you havinga shower, right on the other side of the wall, which meant I didn’t dare follow through on those sexy dreams. In case I wasn’t… quite as quiet as I needed to be.”

His breathing picked up.

“But then all I could do was think about you, naked on the other side of that wall.” She slid from his lap, her hands running down his chest. “Which did not help at all.” She eased his knees apart and knelt between them. Then her hands went to his waistband. “May I?”

When he hesitated, she looked up. “No?”

“Normally, hell yes, but if you’re going to do what I think you’re going to do…?” His fingers toyed with her hair. “Is it rude to ask for a rain check? ’Cause I’d kinda rather have you up here a little longer.”

Her cheeks flamed, but she nodded and let him draw her up onto his lap again, straddling him.

He tugged off her shirt and then expertly flipped open the front clasp on her bra. He pushed off the bra, but his hands went instead to her sides, running up them, his thumbs grazing across her breasts without stopping.

“Tell me again how you like my hands,” he said.

“Hmm?” Her eyes half closed as she fell into his touch, the slightly rough feel of his fingers on her skin.

“That night I carried you to bed. You woke up a little and said you liked my hands.”

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