"Yeah, but…" Her words trailed off as she studied my outstretched hand.
With the shower door open, I could see her face clearly now. Her eyes were bright, and her lips were parted. Her hair was long and loose, and she was wearing jeans and some sort of flannel overshirt. The shirt was open to reveal a thin gray tank top underneath.
No bra?That wasmyguess. But hey, I'd be finding out soon enough.
Silently, I waited, letting my outstretched hand do all the talking.
With a breathless laugh, she finally said, "Okay. Yes. I mean, hang on. I'll get undressed."
I shook my head. "I've got a better idea."
"Really? What's that?"
I grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle tug. "Get in with your clothes on."
Her breath hitched. "But they'll get all wet."
I grinned. "I know."
She laughed. "Butyou'renot wearing any clothes. It doesn't seem fair."
"I know," I repeated. "But fair's for pussies. And trust me." I lowered my voice. "When I get done with you, youwon'tbe complaining."
Chapter 43
Arden
Oh, boy.
Was I really going to do this?
He was wet and naked.
I was dry and clothed.No.That wasn't quite true. I was wearing clothes alright, but deep inside, I was soaking wet. Even now, I could feel the proof of my arousal dampening my panties to the point of embarrassment.
Or at least, Ishould'vebeen embarrassed.
This wasn't me.
I didn't even like him.He was impossible. Cocky. Stubborn. He'd been my arch-enemy for years, ever since high school.
But he was also the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. And, from the looks of him now, I wasn't the only one caught up in the madness. By some fluke, he wantedmejust as much as I wantedhim.
If his hand on my wrist wasn't proof enough, his massive erection told me everything I needed to know.
I glanced down – not to his pelvis, but to my own hand, where his fingers encircled my wrist. In spite of his obvious interest, he'd made only that initial tug.
I knew what this meant.It was up to me if Ireallywanted to join him.
I bit my lip.Did I?
Oh, please. Who was I kidding?
There was no way on Earth I'd say "no" now. And the reason for this was achingly simple.I didn't want to.
My pulse jumped, and my breath caught. Slowly, I looked up to study his face. His hair was soaking wet, curling in dark tendrils over his forehead. His eyes were warm, and his lips were curved into a knowing smile.
He knew exactly what I was going to do.
