Page 19 of The Match
“Perfect. I won’t need long.”
I’d done such a great job keeping my eyes off her chest until now. But as she lowered her arms, I got a full view of her nipples pushing against the fabric. I barely bit down a groan. It was a visceral reaction.
Fucking hell.
I drew in a deep breath. She immediately noticed where I was looking and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I’ll put a robe on my bed,” she said quickly before disappearing.
I was ogling a woman who was getting over being in shock. Real nice.
I stepped into her shower, turning on the water and sniffing her shower gel. It smelled exactly like her. It felt as if shewas here with me, and my cock stood to attention right away. Fantastic timing. I gave it a few squeezes, but it did absolutely nothing for me. I refused to jack off in her shower, though.
I lathered myself with the damn shower gel twice. I was going to smell like roses for the next year, but I was fine with that as long as I got rid of the smell of that river water. A few minutes later, I stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying myself properly.
When I opened the door to the bedroom, I saw a robe on the bed. I could tell by looking at it that it was far too small, but I tried it on nonetheless. I couldn’t even put my arms in it.
“Grace?” I called.
“Yes?”
“I can’t wear your robe. It’s too small.”
“Oh, I didn’t think of that. I just figured it would be too short. Grab more towels from the bathroom and cover yourself as best you can.”
I wrapped one around my lower body and draped another one over my shoulders before walking to the living room, carrying my soggy clothes in one hand. “Where can I wash these?”
Grace was staring at me, her mouth hanging slightly open. My ego was very happy about that. She liked what she saw.
“In the bathroom in that bedroom.” She pointed to a door next to the couch.
This bathroom was much smaller than the master, with a combo washing machine and dryer. I tossed everything inside.
After she set the “Express” program, we returned to the living room. “I’m going to take a shower too,” she said. “If the food comes in the meantime, please open the door.”
“Sure.”
She swallowed hard. “Maybe don’t let them see you.”
“Why?” I said, deciding to tease her. “Are you afraid that word will get out that you’ve got a naked man in your apartment?”
She instantly blushed, opening her mouth and then closing it again. Her lips looked even more kissable than usual. She was still drenched in muddy water and smelled like it too. And yet I was blindly attracted to her—the woman who fell into the Mississippi because she was too busy insulting me to pay attention to where she was stepping.
I was clearly losing my mind.
“Just, you know, don’t make anyone uncomfortable,” she stammered.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I said.
The pizza arrived while she was in the shower. It was already cut. I found plates and cutlery easily and arranged everything on the small round table by the kitchen.
Grace came out wearing a long dress that nearly swept the floor. Her hair was wet and pulled up tightly on top of her head.
“Food is here,” I said.
“Great. I’ve never ordered from this restaurant before, so let’s hope it’s good.”
“It’s hard to get bad pizza.”
