Page 38 of I Need You Tonight
“So what do you think?” he asked.
“I don’t need a job ’cause you feel sorry for me.”
“That’s not what this is. You’re smart and talented, and I figured you’d be perfect for the position. I mean, if you don’t want it, fine. We’ll find someone else.”
“It’s not that…” God, what he was offering did sound amazing—a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
“So what’ll it be, then? I already told you the job offer has nothing to do us sleeping together. If I didn’t think you could handle it, I wouldn’t have asked.”
I believed him, even if I was standing in the shower naked. “I have to talk to Heidi first.”
“But you’re thinking about it, right?”
“Yes. I’m thinking about it.”
That got a smile from him, and his entire face lit up. “I swear you won’t regret it, Nicole. It will be fun.”
“Well, it would definitely be an experience to one day tell my kids about.” My gaze wandered down his wet clothing. “Enjoying your shower?”
“If you say yes to coming on tour with me, then yes, I’m enjoying my shower.”
I laughed. “Doesn’t take much to make you happy, does it?”
He glanced down at his body. “Well, getting out of these wet clothes will make me happy too.”
I smiled slyly at him and reached for the hem of his T-shirt. “I think I can help you there.”
A few moments later—though it took a lot of tugging, because wet clothes tended to be reluctant when it came to being removed—Mason stood in front of me naked.
Despite everything that had happened in the past twelve hours, my entire body buzzed at seeing Mason like this, and begged for a whole lot more. I needed to escape the memories of last night’s fire and of the damage left behind. I needed to escape my churning thoughts, even if just for a few minutes.
And I needed to do whatever I could to keep from going numb.
“Thanks again for doing that.” I pointed at the showerhead he had installed the other day.
“You’re welcome.” A smug smile slipped onto his face, along with a wicked spark in his eyes, but there was also an edge of uncertainty.
“Maybe we should christen it,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“You know…” I reached up and ran the tip of my tongue against the edge of his ear, and smiled at his answering moan. “So, how exactly do we do this?” The romance novels I read always made shower sex sound easy, but I couldn’t quite figure out exactly how to do it—the mechanics sounded complex.
Mason stepped closer to me and traced his fingertips up my rib cage. “Are you sure about this?” His voice was a low, sexy rumble in his chest.
“Very.”
He cupped my breasts and I released a small whimper. His thumbs brushed against my now perky nipples. The whimper became a moan, and I leaned forward slightly, pressing my breasts against his warm, wet palms.
My fingertips caressed the ridges and valleys of his abs as I explored the sexy terrain. “Do you have any condoms with you?”
He had bought a box yesterday, since he’d already used the condoms he’d had stored in his wallet.
“In my jeans back pocket. Give me a second.” He slid the shower curtain to the side and stepped out of the tub, allowing some of the spray to follow him. He returned a moment later with the foil square. The man was a Boy Scout…always prepared.
He slipped a hand between my thighs and traced my folds with his fingers. At his touch, my legs practically buckled under me. I leaned back against the cool tile wall to keep from making nice with the floor.
“Look at me, Nicole. I want you looking in my eyes when I make you come. I want to see the effect I have on you.”
