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“No. Almostnever.”
Definitely not fair.
“Sorry, I don’t really have bubbles or anything,” he says.
“Do you have body wash?”
He walks over to the standing shower and reaches inside to grab a bottle. When he hands it to me, I squeeze some under the running water. Immediately, bubbles begin to form.
“There,” I say. “Now, there’s bubbles.”
I watch him reach under the sink and grab yet another towel. My eyes move from the towel to the way his wet clothes cling to his body. I don’t know how I’m just now noticing, but damn, he looks good.
It occurs to me that I’m about to take my clothes off. Is Dane going to watch? Does he want to get in with me? Is it going to lead to other things?
I somehow want to answer to all of those questions to be yes.
But my hopes are a little crushed when he says, “Okay, I’ll leave you to it. I’ll set some clothes in on the bed for you while I stick yours in the dryer.”
“You don’t want to keep me company?” I ask. Realizing how it may have sounded, I add, “I’m mean, youhavealready seen me naked?”
Not sure that made it any better.
He takes a couple of steps toward me so that he’s inches from my face.
“Michelle, as excited as I am to see you naked again, the next time that it happens is going to be when I’m taking off your clothes, moments away from fucking you.”
He presses a soft kiss to my lips and then leaves the room.
And I try not to let my knees buckle beneath me.
Holy shit.
Chapter eighteen
You're a Good Man
Dane
Ilike to think that I’m a good man. I fought for my country. I’ve never cheated on a woman. And I spend my life educating America’s youth.
But when Michelle wanted me to hang out in the bathroom with her where she would be naked in my tub, I wanted to throw all of thatgood manshit right out the window. I wanted to rip off her wet clothes and fuck her senseless. I wanted to bury my face between her legs and lick her pussy until she was shaking.
But I managed to walk away…because I don't want to freak her out. I’m crazy about her, and I don't want to push her. Ten years is a long time to go without sex. I’ve only been with one woman since Cassie, but during our marriage, the sex was good. Toward the end, it was theonlything that was good.
Even with all of that, I’m still nervous about it, so I know Michelle probably is too. Or I guess it’s that I am nervous that I’m going to push her too far.
I do my best to clear my head until she gets done taking a bath. First, I change clothes and then set out some options for Michelle to wear. I’m not sure if she’ll like any of them or even if they’ll fit, but hopefully, something will work. I then head into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.
Just as I sit down in my recliner, I get a text. Grabbing my phone, I see it’s from Michelle.
I’m lonely.
You’re supposed to be warming up.
That would be easier if I had some company.
When I don’t immediately respond, she sends a photo. I’m a little hesitant to open it, but in the end, I know my curiosity will win.
