“Spider!” she screams, smacking at her very bare, very wet skin. “Spiiiiiiiiider!”
Now that I know she’s not being murdered by a serial killer, I take a deep breath, because, damn, she scared me.
That’s when my lizard brain homes in on all that water sluicing down her perky, lush tits. How it runs in rivulets along her tight little body. How ethereal she looks with that wet hair and steam billowing up around her.
But before I focus on what I know is a bare expanse of skin between her thighs, I force myself to stop and look up.
She waves her hands at me. Imploring. Angry. Agitated.
“It rappelled down onto me like a goddamn ninja.” Shivering, she smacks at her arms.
I let out a chuckle, one she obviously doesn’t find amusing.
“Don’t laugh, Ethan! How would you feel if a spider tried to terrorize you when you were wet and naked?”
That’s all I can focus on. Those words.Wet and naked.
Swallowing, I ignore the erection in my jeans that would also love to get wet and naked.
Because there’s a whole lot of naked right now.
Dutifully, I take up her cause and glance around. Up at the ceiling. Along the tiled walls. Down along the drain. All the while ignoring the naked.
Jesus, save me from temptation and the boner in my jeans.
“Babe, I think you probably killed the culprit.”
Tori’s breathless, her long, thick hair a tangle of wet locks cascading down her body, one I need to explore again with my mouth. Because that fumble in my truck didn’t do my memory of her curves justice.
Eyes up, douchebag. Eyes up.
But the smile she gives me is a spotlight, stealing all my attention. “Really? It’s gone?”
God, she’s beautiful.
She stares at me from underneath damp eyelashes, the grateful expression on her face making my heart thump harder against my chest.
Leaning into the shower and ignoring the spray, I wipe away the water on her cheek with my palm and desperately try to keep my hunger for this woman at bay.
I’m about to tell her that yes, the coast is clear, when I catch a glimpse of the eight-legged suspect.
Wow. That is a big motherfucker.She’s not gonna like this.
“Sweetheart, don’t freak out.”
Tori goes stock still, her eyes widening as I lean closer to pluck the bastard out of the hair draped across her shoulder.
“What. The. Fuck.”
The look of terror on her face is punctuated by another shrill scream and more hopping, except she bumps into me as she’s jumping around, and I drop the damn thing. It goes scooting over her bare foot and five hot-pink toenails on its way toward the drain.
With a pained cry, she leaps out of the shower and into my arms.
Ethan
At first, I think she’s laughing. Because, yeah, this whole situation is pretty crazy. I chuckle too, not caring that my clothes are drenched and I’m standing in a puddle of water the size of Canyon Lake.
I lean back toward the door and peer through her dimly lit room and into the dark hallway beyond. As loud as Tori was a few minutes ago, I think the sound machines in the kids’ rooms probably kept them asleep.
