Page 174 of Shade
My heart drops and I gasp. “Good God, Tiller.” I smack his arm. “Don’t do that. You could have killed him.”
“Whatever,” he mumbles. “He’s wearing a helmet.”
Shade—pissed off now—revs the bike. Oh no. I know where this is going. I point my finger at him. “Knock it off.”
He glowers at his brother, looking straight through me. I know what’s going to happen. He’s going to try something stupid and then get hurt all over again.
I have a choice. I could one, let this all play out. Tiller deserves some retribution here. He did throw a fuckingknifeat his brother.
Two, I could you know, flash my tits or maybe kiss him? There are definitely some possibilities. I’m all for the kissing, but he’s wearing a helmet and that could prove to be difficult.
Instead of flashing him, I stand up from the stool and walk over to him near the fridge. He’s set in position, up high on the seat, elbows up, ready to pounce on Tiller.
“Hey.” I take my palms and frame his helmet, forcing him to look at me but still mindful of his neck and not forcing his head. “If you get off this bike, and follow me up to your room I’ll give you a sponge bath.”
Guess what?
It works.
He’s off the dirt bike immediately and yanking me upstairs to his room. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Crap. Why’d I offer that?
“Where’s my sponge bath?” Tiller asks with a sour edge and lifts his broken wrist. I swear since I’ve known him, he’s had at least one body part broken. Usually his wrists or arms.
I don’t reply because it will only provoke him, but Shade sticks his tongue out. “She likes me better.”
ONCE SHADE HAS me in his room, the door locked, he takes his helmet off first, gently, sets it on the bed and then reaches for his shirt. It’s harder for him to remove it, but I help him out, my hands shaking in the process. How am I going to get out of this one?
In the weeks since Shade’s accident, we haven’t exactly been good about the no sexual contact. In fact, we’ve pretty much ignored it and make out constantly.
There’s still kissing in the hall when his brothers aren’t looking or the late-night dips in the hot tub. But now look at us, we’re in his room with the door locked. Anything can happen in here.
With all my thinking, I hadn’t noticed he’d stripped down completely. And look at him, pay attention to the smirk. Now slide your eyes lower, if you dare.
“You got me naked, now what?” he asks, his predatory stare on mine.
My heart is pounding so hard it’s like my blood is pulsating with it. “I uh, suppose I should get you in the shower and help you clean up?”
His eyes move from mine to the bathroom door over my shoulder. “You should take your clothes off if you’re going to get wet.”
So I do. And now we’re both naked in the bathroom off his room. . . in the shower.
It’s the first time I’ve been naked in front of him. Well, other than that one time.
His eyes drift from mine, south, the spray hitting his back. “Now what?”
I shrug and the smirk returns. My heart thuds louder with each breath I take. “I should wash you, huh?” I ask, but not entirely sure if I should. We’re breaking the rules because I know where this could potentially lead.
Instead, Shade shakes his head, slowly. “No, I was thinking more along the lines of me washing you. . . ”
Oh.
Fuck.
Yeah.
And then he does. Only there’s no soap involved. Just his rough, calloused hands that feel like velvet on my skin. He starts out by touching my shoulders, then lower and cupping my breasts. His thumbs move over my nipple rings, sliding the barbells back and forth. I just changed them out the other day. These ones have a checkered flag on them.
