Page 116 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

He chuckled. “I can take a cold shower. Problem solved.”

Conflicted, I bit down on my lower lip.

I wanted Trace, badly. The slow ache building in my core was proof of that, but the thought of his family being in the same house, freaked me out.

“Hey,” he reached up and tugged my lip from between my teeth, wiping away a smidgen of blood I had drawn. “It’s okay.”

“Are you sure?” I asked hesitantly.

He sat up with me in his lap, cradling my bottom in his hands. “Absolutely, Olivia. I would never force you to do something you’re uncomfortable with.”

I leaned my head against his chest and nodded. “I want to…I do…but I can’t.”

He forced my head back so that he could stare into my eyes. “I understand,” he kissed me sweetly. With a grin, he added, “I wouldn’t feel comfortable with your mom around hearing you scream my name.”

I ground my teeth together and narrowed my eyes. “Do you think before you talk?”

“Of course,” he fingered one of my loose curls, “but I enjoy watching your reactions to the things I say. A blush here,” he grazed his fingers lightly over my cheek. “Or there,” he brushed the curve of my ear. “But my favorite,” he looked into my eyes, “is when you blush right here,” he skimmed his fingers lightly over my breasts.

My breath stuttered out in short little gasps as I tried to get air to my oxygen-deprived brain.

Trace held out a hand to me. “Want to shower?” My eyes widened and he chuckled. “I promise to be good boy, and go down the hall to take my shower, separate from you.”

“Sure,” I nodded. I knew if Trace got in the shower with me, neither of us would be able to hold back.

He led me through a short hallway in his bedroom. There was a door on the left that he said was his closet and the door to our right was the bathroom. I could see through the archway in front of us that there was even a living room attached to his bedroom.

Trace opened the bathroom door with a flourish.

I stepped inside, looking around at the shiny black floors and countertops, gray walls, and all the fancy finishing touches. My eyes zeroed in on the massive shower that looked more like a car wash. It could have easily fit six people inside.

The amount of knobs and showerheads was scary.

“I’m never going to be able to work that,” I pointed to the shower.

“It’s not as hard as it looks,” he chuckled, “but I’ll get it going for you.”

I watched as he turned several knobs, water spraying out of a rain showerhead, and body sprayers. He checked the temperature and closed the glass shower door.

“I’ll grab you some of my old clothes to wear. I doubt that would be comfortable to sleep in,” he plucked at my dress, “and,” he grinned impishly, “if you sleep naked, I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”

Before I had the chance to reply, he strode out of the bathroom, and into his closet. He returned with an old high school baseball team shirt and a pair of boxers. He laid them on the counter, then dug underneath the c

abinet, pulling out a cloth and towel. He placed those on the counter and continued to look for something.

“Aha!” He finally chimed and held out a new toothbrush and toothpaste triumphantly. “You should be all set,” he looked around the bathroom, which was quickly filling with steam.

“Thank you,” I smiled, suddenly feeling bashful.

He kissed my cheek, as if sensing my sudden shyness, and closed the door behind him.

I wasn’t in the shower long, just enough to clean my body, and scrub my face free of makeup. I could wash my hair in the morning. I had always hated washing my hair at night and going to bed with it wet.

I dried off, wrapped the towel around my body, brushed my hair out with a comb I found on the counter, and then brushed my teeth.

I pulled on Trace’s shirt and it hung down past my butt but not quite to my knees. I grabbed his boxers and pulled those on as well so I wouldn’t feel so exposed.

I cleaned up the counter and then padded back into his bedroom. He wasn’t back yet and I breathed a sigh of relief. I pushed the covers back and sighed in pleasure at the feeling of the soft sheets rubbing my skin.

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