Page 45 of Mess With Me
“So every time you smirk you’re thinking about sex?”
He nodded. “Pretty much.”
“That’s a lot.”
“I’m a guy. It’s kind of our thing.” He inclined his head toward the sofa. “Go ahead and take a seat while I shower.”
She held up a finger. “Hold on, let me get this straight. So while you’re busy thinking about sex most of the time, I’m, well, Iusedto be, busy thinking about my prince galloping up on his white horse to whisk me away?”
“I guess. I never knew women thought that until you just said it.”
“It’s understood.”
He lifted a brow in an arch look of disbelief, his eyes dancing with amusement. Then they cracked up.
“Ridiculous!” she exclaimed, shaking her head.
“Completely fucked up.”
She got serious. “I’m just glad I saw the light.”
He studied her for a moment. “So now that you’re off the prince thing, you gonna join me on the dark side?”
“I’m on the path to enlightenment.”
He leaned close with a naughty look in his eyes and her heart kicked hard. “Is that another word for orgasm?”
She tried to laugh it off, though her belly was fluttering and the moment the wordorgasmrolled out in his deep voice she went damp, well, more damp. “Eth! You’re ridiculous!”
He smiled and tapped her on the nose. “Be back inmuchless time than it took you to shower.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said and headed for the sofa. She grabbed the remote and flopped down. Omigod, this sofa was decadent. She felt swallowed up in a hug.
She turned on the TV and found a rerun of her favorite medical drama. The sound of water running upstairs distracted her, her mind instantly conjuring an image of shirtless Ethan, all hard sculpted muscle and tanned skin. The rest of him was probably amazing, she’d felt his thick hardness when they’d been pressed against each other. She fidgeted, throbbing between the legs, more than throbbing, like a great pulse of rampant need. She looked toward the stairs. What if she just walked upstairs and stepped into the shower?
She turned up the volume on the TV, drowning out the shower.
It felt like only a few minutes had passed when the TV turned off suddenly. Ethan set the remote back on the coffee table, standing directly in front of her. His hair was still wet and he smelled woodsy and clean. Intoxicating. He wore a snug T-shirt and jeans that molded to his frame. The outfit only emphasized his incredible muscular body.
And she wanted to rip it off.
He offered his hand. “We’d better get going.” She placed her hand in his and he hauled her out of the clutches of the sofa. He dropped her hand immediately, which stung. Maybe he was having second thoughts about acting on their lust.
She forced herself to keep her hands at her sides.
He crossed to the front door and opened it. “After you.”
“Thanks,” she murmured.
They were nearly back at the lake before either of them spoke again. “Eth?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you having second thoughts?”
“About what?”
“I don’t know. The all-night thing, I guess.”
