Page 104 of Smooth Moves
“Did I stutter?”
She frowned. “Fine. But I’m just going to say this once.”
“If you must.” His heart hammered, not ready to hear her rejection. Not yet. He’d fucked up and admitted to things too soon, he knew. But if they stepped back from all the emotional bullshit, maybe he could keep her a little longer.
“I hate your shampoo.”
He blinked at her. “What?”
“You heard me. I’ll buy the shampoo and soap for all of us from now on. So don’t bring any of this to the new house, okay?” At his obvious confusion, she said more slowly, “Your mom’s place that’s now yours, where we’ll be living? You did say we could live with you there.”
“Ah, yeah. Uh-huh. Right.” His heart raced.Jesus, she’d said yes?
“And that’s final. Now wash my back like a good boyfriend.”
She turned and tilted her head down, holding her hair off her graceful neck.
Where we’ll be living,she’d said. With him.
“Um, okay.” Dazed, he grabbed the soap and washed her, mesmerized by her sleek lines. So full of love, he let the warmth fill him, and then, because he couldn’t help it, his hands traced more of her, encouraged by her pleas.
And Cash learned something important. He really did love Jordan wet.
