She sniffled.
“We are not ready for this. Tell you what. I’ll step out of this shower, go downstairs, and shower there. When you’re ready, you wrap yourself in a towel, and I’ll do the same as soon as I’m done. Then we’ll go to sleep. Tomorrow morning, we’ll revisit this, talk about it, maybe even make out a little and we’ll take it from there. Sound good?”
She nodded, her forehead against my chest. What I wanted more than anything was to hold her in my arms, kiss her on the lips, her neck, her breasts. Tease her just a little. Take things slow.
I didn’t want just sex from Milli. I wanted more. So much more. But not now. Not like this.
Never like this.
I reached for her shoulders and groaned when my hands touched her wet body. Her skin felt like silk against my rough fingertips. I turned us around, stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and left the bathroom.
Once the door closed behind me, I groaned.
How stupid was I to leave a naked woman in the shower?
Very stupid.
I hurried downstairs, jumped into the cold shower, washed up, and was done in seconds. Then I dashed back up, with a towel slung around my hips, just as the bathroom door opened. I couldn’t believe how good she looked. A true natural beauty. Her lashes still clung together with wetness which made her eyes look even more vulnerable.
I stretched out my hand, and she immediately took it. “Thank you, Max.”
I kissed her forehead. Everything else would’ve been too tempting.
I led her downstairs to my room. At least I had a bed by now. And the sheets were brand spanking new, too.
“Hop in.”
She did as I told her. And I got in right beside her. This was what I’d hoped for all along, what I imagined heaven would be like: in bed with fresh sheets and a beautiful woman. I turned off the lights and got back in.
“Max?”
“Yes?”
“Do you think I’m weird?”
I turned to her, and even though I couldn’t see her face, I just knew she was looking at me. “No, do you think I’m weird?”
“No, but you weren’t the one acting crazy tonight. I was.”
“Acting crazy? No. Maybe a little impulsive. But I liked it. Seeing you come out of your shell.” Hell, how I enjoyed witnessing her like this. Brave, unashamed of her wants and needs. Perfectly feminine.
“Good.” She snuggled a little closer until her head pressed against my forearm and I could feel her breath against my skin.
It took a while until her breath evened out. I enjoyed listening to her. Liked how she felt in my arms. I kissed her forehead before I let myself slip into sleep.
37
MILLI
I woke up and it was still dark outside. I could feel Max’s breath against my cheek. Sometime after falling asleep, I must’ve turned because he was snuggled against my back with his hand—oh boy, his hand was lightly grasping my breast. Sometime during the night, my towel must’ve slipped. I held myself perfectly still. But something must have woken him. He released his grasp one finger at a time.
“I’m awake.”
I could feel his breath rush out of him. Then his hand was gone, and I missed it.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what? I was the one pushing for sex, remember?”
