Page 558 of Rock Me All Night
But I imagine things I can't have—him joining me on the couch with a smile, pulling me onto his lap during the commercial break and whispering sweet promises about love and forever in my ears.
Damn. Itisquiet. I can hear my heartbeat. I can hear his breath. I turn so I can get a good look at him. It's hard to make out Pete's expression in the starlight. There are still hints of sadness in his eyes.
"Mind if I use your shower before we… go again?" I ask.
His lips curl into a smile. "You're still shy."
"Compared to you, maybe."
"Try saying it."
"Saying what exactly?"
"Mind if I use your shower before you throw me on the bed, rip off my towel, and fuck me until I'm screaming your name."
A flutter builds below my belly. There's no way I'm saying that. Even half that.
"Not gonna try?" he asks.
"Later."
He nods and leads me back inside, to the bathroom in the hallway.
It's even more tempting than the pool. The faucets are shiny and clean. And the bathtub, goodness, that bathtub. It's big and deep with jets and a digital thermometer.
I point to the tub. "Can I?"
"California's in a drought," he teases.
"You could join me."
He cocks a brow. "To save water?"
I nod. It's a very plausible story.
"Don't like baths." He sits on the side of the tub and turns the faucet. He tests the temperature of the running water then looks back to me. "You can join me when you're done."
"Okay."
"You want anything else?"
I want too many things. It's confusing. I shake my head in the hopes of regaining some hint of sense.
His touch is gentle as he helps me out of my clothes. We don't talk, but still, I feel free and light. Like nothing else in the world can hurt me.
When the tub is full, I dip a toe to test the temperature. It's tolerably hot.
I slip inside. It's not like the tub I have back home. I can practically swim in this thing. I rest my chin on the side and stare back at Pete.
"Are you going to stand there and watch me?" I ask.
"You gonna touch yourself?"
My cheeks flush. "You'd want to watch that?"
His brow furrows with confusion. "Of course. You wouldn't?"
"Watch myself? No."
