Page 60 of Nowhere to Hide
I nodded. “I appreciate that.”
He dumped the bottles into the shower. “Okay, if I take this off?”
I nodded.
He reached behind his neck and pulled off his T-shirt.
My tongue grew about two sizes too big at the endless rippling muscles hidden under the cotton. His shoulders were broad and bronzed from the sun. Freckles dotted his skin in random patterns like constellations. He played with a few dials and the water kicked on. It spit at first before the lines ran smooth.
“We need to conserve, or you’ll end up with cold water. But let’s get you wet.”
Not a problem there.
Okay, be an adult here.
He turned back to me and his arm slid around my back. “It’s a bit of a tight fit, but we’ll make it work.”
I licked my lips. “At least if I can get my hair washed I’ll feel better.”
He shuffled me gently into the shower. I hissed as the cool water hit my skin and I shivered.
“I’ll warm it up after we get you wet.”
“I’m good.”
He unhooked the shower head. “Okay, tip your head back.”
I felt like I was going to fall out of the damn stall.
“It’s okay, lean on me. It’s just soap.”
“Right.”
My ass brushed across his bathing suit trunks, and I was far too aware of how skimpy my bikini was. He stilled for a second, then used his fingers to massage my scalp.
“There’s a lot of blood. Didn’t the hospital give you a shower?”
“Don’t think the ICU is exactly staffed for extra hands for that kind of thing.” A sigh streamed out of me as he dialed up the heat.
“I’ll try not to hurt you. Just hang on with the bar there.”
“Okay.”
I bit back a moan as he soaked my hair then turned off the water. He shifted behind me, then tipped me against his thighs. “Head back.”
His voice was little more than a rumble behind me in the sudden quiet. The sounds of water around us and the gentle rocking of the boat on the waves mixed with his magical fingers had me near boneless.
It had been a long time since anyone other than me had done this.
Perfunctory sex with my ex definitely hadn’t included this kind of intimacy. I’m not sure Marcus had ever even showered with me. Even in the hot and heavy days at the start of our relationship.
Then again, the hot and heavy had been more mild and halfhearted, to be honest. I should have known then that we weren’t anything sustainable. I’d convinced myself that mediocre sex wasn’t a deal breaker.
Stupid.
“You okay?”
“Mm-hmm.”
