Page 31 of Stealing It
She groans. “No, I mean maybe. Whatever you want.”
I chuckle. “Whatever I want? That’s a brave statement, Ms. Sager.”
She quirks one brow. “We aren’t talking about life dumpster fires anymore are we?”
I shake my head slowly, letting a lopsided grin slip.
“Oh, my,” Magnolia says, eyes flaring wide, neck working as she swallows hard. “Then one question remains.”
Chuckling, I ask, “Just one?”
She nods once, the large top knot on her head bobbing forward. “What do you want?” Magnolia asks, her gaze locked with mine.
My heart pounds against my chest so rapidly I know she can feel the shift, knows my thoughts even if I didn’t say a word. “Be more specific, Magnolia,” I tease. “What do I want now? What do I want next month? Next year? What do I want in the next century?” Her eyes narrow as she contemplates how to respond, and I lose myself in the perusing the shape of her body—the parts that aren’t hidden by water, the sections of skin that belong to my gaze alone. Belong to me.
She licks her lips. I watch.
“I’ll answer my own questions. I want you, Magnolia. You’re the answer.”
Magnolia smiles with her eyes. “That’s pretty flattering.”
“It’s truth,” I counter, clearing my throat. Speaking so many truths consecutively feels odd.
“As long as you’re not the problem,” she says, stepping out of the bath in one languid movement. Bubbles slowly slide down her naked body—crawling down her flat stomach, dripping down toned legs, sliding between her legs as water falls off her peaked nipples.
My mouth waters as I shake my head in disbelief. How lucky am I? Magnolia extends her hand down to help me stand up.
I take it. “I have another idea,” she announces when my wet body is pressed against hers on the small bath mat in front of the tub.
“I might have to shoot it down if it’s not the same as my idea.”
Cool and confident, she replies, “It’s the same idea.”
Magnolia licks a drop of water off my chest while looking up at me through thick, black lashes. “Thank God,” I murmur, letting my eyelids fall to half-mast.
