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bottle of wine and the glass Cassie had left out for him. After taking a drink, he watched the legs run back down the glass and imagined the wine as water running down Cassie’s back. Her skin would be shiny from the shower, and maybe still taste a little like salt from their day of skiing, the hot water raising a pink flush that rolled over the curves of her hips.
What are you doing in the kitchen?
She’d said dinner, but she’d been flirting with him all day and he hadn’t missed the desire in her eyes when he’d touched her face earlier. The invitation hadn’t just been for dinner.
He could drink wine at home.
His glass clinked when he set it down on the counter and, decision made, Doug headed to the bathroom. He knocked on the door. After a pause, a tentative voice answered, “Yes?”
“Can I come in?” The only sound from inside the bathroom was the water running. “Unless you really only invited me for dinner,” he hurried to add. “If you did, that’s fine. I’ll go back to the kitchen and drink my wine.”
Silence.
Oh crap.
The wood was smooth and warm when he pressed his forehead against the door, waiting, and still there was silence.
He was about to turn around and head back to the kitchen when he heard a hesitant, “Yes,” followed by a more assertive, “Come in.” He twisted the doorknob and eased into the foggy bathroom. A shadow of Cassie’s delectable form moved around behind the thin, white shower curtain. Doug stiffened against the fly of his jeans, and despite the warmth of the room, his nipples hardened into points against the worn cotton of his T-shirt.
“Do you mind if I join you?”
“No.” Again, her first response was uncertain. Her second response was better. “I’d love for you to. I just need to rinse my hair.”
He had planned to undress while she finished the practical part of her shower, but when she moved under the showerhead and tilted her head into the spray, her back arched and her breasts pushed up into the air, almost in welcome, like erotic shadow puppets. His fingers twitched at the button of his jeans, but he made no progress with the fasteners. Instead, he watched.
Finally, she gave her hair one last swish under the water and stood upright. “Are you coming?”
Doug got out of his clothes in record time, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He eased the curtain to the side and joined Cassie in the shower. He had been pretty sure she would look good naked, but she looked better than he had imagined, all lush skin and curves. He wanted to run his hands along her entire body at once.
They stood facing each other, the water from the showerhead drumming against his back and running down his thighs. She wasn’t trying to cover herself up, which made him both happy and relieved that he wasn’t missing some stop this signal. With him monopolizing the flow from the shower, the water on her body had turned from a stream to drips. One mesmerizing drop travelled down her neck and over her collarbone before easing over the crest of her breast and finally falling from the point of one of her nipples. His nipples may be hard, but hers were big and round and a deep, dark pink. He was hard enough that just one touch would make him come in her hands.
Slow down, Douglas. You’re here for the night, not for one pop-off.
He reached for her, and judging by the small jump of surprise she gave when his palms cupped her jaw, they had both expected him to reach for her luscious breasts. Instead, he kept contact between her face and his hands as he stepped closer. Her lips parted, and her tongue ran along edge of her bottom lip, a pink invitation matching her nipples. He wanted those nipples in his mouth. He wanted them skimming along his body. He wanted them in his hands.
He wanted Cassie.
When their mouths were a breath away from each other, Cassie closed the distance. Their lips touched, and he accepted the invitation she had offered down at the plaza, meeting her
What are you doing in the kitchen?
She’d said dinner, but she’d been flirting with him all day and he hadn’t missed the desire in her eyes when he’d touched her face earlier. The invitation hadn’t just been for dinner.
He could drink wine at home.
His glass clinked when he set it down on the counter and, decision made, Doug headed to the bathroom. He knocked on the door. After a pause, a tentative voice answered, “Yes?”
“Can I come in?” The only sound from inside the bathroom was the water running. “Unless you really only invited me for dinner,” he hurried to add. “If you did, that’s fine. I’ll go back to the kitchen and drink my wine.”
Silence.
Oh crap.
The wood was smooth and warm when he pressed his forehead against the door, waiting, and still there was silence.
He was about to turn around and head back to the kitchen when he heard a hesitant, “Yes,” followed by a more assertive, “Come in.” He twisted the doorknob and eased into the foggy bathroom. A shadow of Cassie’s delectable form moved around behind the thin, white shower curtain. Doug stiffened against the fly of his jeans, and despite the warmth of the room, his nipples hardened into points against the worn cotton of his T-shirt.
“Do you mind if I join you?”
“No.” Again, her first response was uncertain. Her second response was better. “I’d love for you to. I just need to rinse my hair.”
He had planned to undress while she finished the practical part of her shower, but when she moved under the showerhead and tilted her head into the spray, her back arched and her breasts pushed up into the air, almost in welcome, like erotic shadow puppets. His fingers twitched at the button of his jeans, but he made no progress with the fasteners. Instead, he watched.
Finally, she gave her hair one last swish under the water and stood upright. “Are you coming?”
Doug got out of his clothes in record time, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He eased the curtain to the side and joined Cassie in the shower. He had been pretty sure she would look good naked, but she looked better than he had imagined, all lush skin and curves. He wanted to run his hands along her entire body at once.
They stood facing each other, the water from the showerhead drumming against his back and running down his thighs. She wasn’t trying to cover herself up, which made him both happy and relieved that he wasn’t missing some stop this signal. With him monopolizing the flow from the shower, the water on her body had turned from a stream to drips. One mesmerizing drop travelled down her neck and over her collarbone before easing over the crest of her breast and finally falling from the point of one of her nipples. His nipples may be hard, but hers were big and round and a deep, dark pink. He was hard enough that just one touch would make him come in her hands.
Slow down, Douglas. You’re here for the night, not for one pop-off.
He reached for her, and judging by the small jump of surprise she gave when his palms cupped her jaw, they had both expected him to reach for her luscious breasts. Instead, he kept contact between her face and his hands as he stepped closer. Her lips parted, and her tongue ran along edge of her bottom lip, a pink invitation matching her nipples. He wanted those nipples in his mouth. He wanted them skimming along his body. He wanted them in his hands.
He wanted Cassie.
When their mouths were a breath away from each other, Cassie closed the distance. Their lips touched, and he accepted the invitation she had offered down at the plaza, meeting her
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