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I’m thoroughly wiped, but I can already feel myself beginning to harden, wanting her again.
Her hands touch lightly, the caress more soothing than sexual, and for a split second I allow myself to enjoy her attention. To revel in her sweet embrace.
Eventually, I turn to look at her, placing my back to the water and keeping her arms wrapped around me. She rests her chin against my chest, keeping her eyes glued to mine, though they’re sluggish and sated, an expression I love to see on her beautiful face.
“That was…” But she doesn’t finish the sentence, just smiling something slightly embarrassed with a little giggle at the end.
“Yeah.” I smile at her, the action feeling foreign. “It was.”
I place my hands on both sides of her face and bend down. She pushes up on her toes to meet me half way, and we kiss. Something deep and wet and lustful. Our tongues soothing each other, our kisses feeling more intimate after such an encounter.
When I look into her eyes again, there are a thousand things running through her mind, most of which I can see on her face. But for whatever reason, in this moment, she stays quiet. Keeping those thoughts to herself.
Eventually she gives me a nudge so I’m out of the stream of water and she can slide under. I watch with hungry eyes as it pours over her.
“I need to wash my hair,” she says. “Chlorine has a way of stripping it and making it really frizzy, so…” And then she steps over to the glass door and holds it open. “I’ll see you down there.”
I let out a choked laugh, certain she’s joking. But I feel totally thrown off by the look on her face. She looks happy, comfortable, confident standing there naked and literally showing me the door.
I purse my lips. “So this is athanks for the orgasm, but it’s time to leavekind of deal?”
She giggles. “I guess so.”
I shake my head at her, though I’m mostly teasing. “Second time we’ve gotten sexual and you’ve shown me the door. Should I be developing a complex about this?”
She shrugs, but doesn’t answer my question. “Would you mind grabbing me the shampoo stuff when you get out there? I was gonna get it earlier, but,” she blushes, “I guess we got a little distracted.”
I smile and give a nod, stepping past her and grabbing a towel off the wall. Once it’s wrapped around my waist, I step out of the bathroom, grab the bottles, then return, taking a moment to admire her sexy figure as she stands under the stream of water. The glass is foggy, but her outline is enough to have me starting to get chub again.
I need to get out of here.
Pulling the shower door open, I set the shampoo and conditioner down on the corner shelf.
“Enjoy your shower,” I say, letting my eyes wander over her naked form again.
She turns to face me, dipping her head back under the water and running her hands through her hair.
“Thanks,” she says, reaching for a bottle. “I’ll see you downstairs in a bit.”
I nod, then head out, so thrown off by what just happened that I don’t even know how to feel. I don’t know if I’ve ever had sex like that and then been kicked out.
Well, other than last night when we fooled around and then she showed me the door.
I roll my eyes as I finish drying off in the bedroom and then slip back into my clothes.
This is definitely not at all the way I’d seen tonight going. Or today, for that matter. Time with family, some delicious food, and a really long drive. That’s what I thought today was going to be.
Carly bonding with my family? Nope.
Getting territorial with Noah? Not at all.
Crazy orgasms in the shower? Definitely not.
But I guess that’s the thing with Carly. Every time I think I have her figured out, she shifts. Keeps me guessing.
I don’t know how I feel about it. Whether it’s a game she’s playing or if she’s just trying to navigate our strange relationship. My only experience is with women who manipulate, but if I go with my gut on this, I’d say she’s trying to figure it out. She doesn’t seem the type to twist things around for her own gain.
What did she say last night? Something about me being as uncertain as everyone else is? Boy did she hit the nail on the head.
And with that final thought, I head downstairs.
