Page 330 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
Her legs wrap around my hips perfectly, and she peels off her shirt by the time we get to the shower. The tiny, one-person shower.
“I don’t remember these being so small.”
Dean’s a lying asshole. There ain’t no way he and Harper hooked up in this shower.
I let her slide to her feet. The disappointment is apparent with her little huff.
“You go first.” I step back, giving her space, though the last thing I want is distance between us. “I'll just... watch.”
She raises an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Watch, huh?" Her fingers play along the waistband of her jeans. "You sure you can handle that?”
I smirked. “I think I can manage.”
Bullshit.
I call bullshit on myself.
With a quick, almost playful glance, she strips down and steps into the shower.
I fist my hands at my side, biting the inside of my mouth as I watch her. The glass door fogs up with the steam almost immediately.
I stay where I was, leaning casually against the counter, eyes fixed on the shape of her behind the mist. Her face tilts up to the stream of water, her skin glistening under the flow.
“You okay out there?” Her voice is playful as ever.
“I’m fine,” I choke out.
She laughs. “Sure you are.”
I’m as hard as a damn rock if that’s what she wants to know.
She isn’t making it easy as she lathers her body with soap. I watch every movement, every gesture.
Her eyes flicker over to me, catching my gaze through the reflection of the foggy glass.
“Still good?” Her taunting smile speeds my heart.
I nod.
She slowly rubs the soap along her curves, her eyes never leaving mine.
I swallow, fighting the rush of heat and urge to join her. Her hair is next. The minutes feel like a slow torture.
I didn't move.
I didn't speak.
I just watch.
When she finishes, I hold out a towel. “Fuck, that was hot.”
She steps into the towel. “Your turn. Do you want me to watch?”
I can’t answer her. I strip, my erection springing free, and the water hits me like a blast.
I close my eyes, hands gripping the edges of the shower, letting the heat sink into my muscles.
I hear her move behind the glass, barely a whisper of sound, but I know she's there.
