exploded with a strangled cry.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!”
“Oh, hell, Payton,” Noah groaned from just beyond the shower curtain.
Through her sexual haze, she turned to the left and caught his silhouette. If her heart wasn’t thundering enough, she was headed into coronary territory. “N-Noah?” She dropped the handheld, its chrome cord swinging back and forth and then slamming into her knee. “Ouch!” Grabbing her knee, she slipped and fell.
In a flash, Noah was staring down at her in horror. “If you wanted your back washed, all you had to do was ask.” He reached for her and she recoiled, pushing herself into the corner and wrapping her arms around her knees.
The doors in their loft had been removed for stripping and re-varnishing, affording them no privacy. “I’m naked.” Her eyes roamed Noah’s equally naked chest, his unzipped jeans, the creamy splatter sliding down his skin. “You…”
“I came for you,” he said unabashedly. “How could you expect me not to, with you masturbating within my reach?” He didn’t wait for her response, asking, “Are you hurt?”
“Just embarrassed,” she replied, shooing him with her hand.
“Embarrassment is the least of your concerns, Pay. No one screams the way you just did unless she’s really hungry. Honey, your body is asking for it. Let me show you how good my touch can feel.”
What had Libby told him? “You weren’t going to pressure me, remember?”
He nodded, fighting to take his eyes away from her. “I remember.”
“I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Do you need help up?”
“I’m okay.”
“Do you want to wash my back?” he asked playfully, pulling the shower curtain closed.
“Not today,” she answered, squeezing her knees at the thought. She was still horny, and it would be so easy to give in to Noah…then regret it later. Why were men suddenly getting to her? Lately, she hadn’t much time for sexual introspection, but a serious discussion with her inner slut was past due.
After a few heartbeats, he asked, “So did you make any headway with Avery Easton?”
“How’d you know?” She turned off the water and reached for a towel. Forcing her mind to forget everything that just happened would be hard, but she was fairly adept at fighting her libido.
“I spotted you walking across the street with him and tipped off Lib.”
“You know him?” Wrapping it around her head, she grabbed a second and dried her body in quick, efficient movements.
“Not personally, though when he’s in town, he shows up for the big functions, like the one you crashed last night.” She heard his belt hit the floor. “I’ve been fortunate enough to play at a few of those fundraisers, but mostly I’ve seen him in the society pages I followed.” Noah had been responsible for corralling interest in the firehouse and he’d pinpointed upper crust Sarasota first. “I wondered why one of them finally showed up. I mean; Lib finagled a meeting with the city’s historical society. Lot’s of Sarasota big shots are involved in that group, maybe this Avery got wind of it.”
“The historical society is granting the firehouse air time?” She gripped the edge of the shower curtain and drew it back. “Why didn’t Libby tell me there was hope?”
Noah stood in his boxers, greasy and gorgeous. “Hope? Nah, Lib doesn’t believe in hope. So she wouldn’t encourage you unless she was guaranteed a positive outcome. Our girl’s not made that way, remember?”
“I remember,” she muttered, tightening the hold on her towel and stepping by him to her bedroom. Behind her, Noah went at it in the shower, hurrying so he wouldn’t run out of hot water.
Unfortunately, she had one clean outfit left: jean cutoffs, a faded pink T-shirt, walking boots, but no bra. She turned away from her door free threshold, slid on the shorts, and yanked the T-shirt over her damp body. Staring down, Payton realized her nipples were poking through.
Noah called out,
“Shit! Shit! Shit!”
“Oh, hell, Payton,” Noah groaned from just beyond the shower curtain.
Through her sexual haze, she turned to the left and caught his silhouette. If her heart wasn’t thundering enough, she was headed into coronary territory. “N-Noah?” She dropped the handheld, its chrome cord swinging back and forth and then slamming into her knee. “Ouch!” Grabbing her knee, she slipped and fell.
In a flash, Noah was staring down at her in horror. “If you wanted your back washed, all you had to do was ask.” He reached for her and she recoiled, pushing herself into the corner and wrapping her arms around her knees.
The doors in their loft had been removed for stripping and re-varnishing, affording them no privacy. “I’m naked.” Her eyes roamed Noah’s equally naked chest, his unzipped jeans, the creamy splatter sliding down his skin. “You…”
“I came for you,” he said unabashedly. “How could you expect me not to, with you masturbating within my reach?” He didn’t wait for her response, asking, “Are you hurt?”
“Just embarrassed,” she replied, shooing him with her hand.
“Embarrassment is the least of your concerns, Pay. No one screams the way you just did unless she’s really hungry. Honey, your body is asking for it. Let me show you how good my touch can feel.”
What had Libby told him? “You weren’t going to pressure me, remember?”
He nodded, fighting to take his eyes away from her. “I remember.”
“I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Do you need help up?”
“I’m okay.”
“Do you want to wash my back?” he asked playfully, pulling the shower curtain closed.
“Not today,” she answered, squeezing her knees at the thought. She was still horny, and it would be so easy to give in to Noah…then regret it later. Why were men suddenly getting to her? Lately, she hadn’t much time for sexual introspection, but a serious discussion with her inner slut was past due.
After a few heartbeats, he asked, “So did you make any headway with Avery Easton?”
“How’d you know?” She turned off the water and reached for a towel. Forcing her mind to forget everything that just happened would be hard, but she was fairly adept at fighting her libido.
“I spotted you walking across the street with him and tipped off Lib.”
“You know him?” Wrapping it around her head, she grabbed a second and dried her body in quick, efficient movements.
“Not personally, though when he’s in town, he shows up for the big functions, like the one you crashed last night.” She heard his belt hit the floor. “I’ve been fortunate enough to play at a few of those fundraisers, but mostly I’ve seen him in the society pages I followed.” Noah had been responsible for corralling interest in the firehouse and he’d pinpointed upper crust Sarasota first. “I wondered why one of them finally showed up. I mean; Lib finagled a meeting with the city’s historical society. Lot’s of Sarasota big shots are involved in that group, maybe this Avery got wind of it.”
“The historical society is granting the firehouse air time?” She gripped the edge of the shower curtain and drew it back. “Why didn’t Libby tell me there was hope?”
Noah stood in his boxers, greasy and gorgeous. “Hope? Nah, Lib doesn’t believe in hope. So she wouldn’t encourage you unless she was guaranteed a positive outcome. Our girl’s not made that way, remember?”
“I remember,” she muttered, tightening the hold on her towel and stepping by him to her bedroom. Behind her, Noah went at it in the shower, hurrying so he wouldn’t run out of hot water.
Unfortunately, she had one clean outfit left: jean cutoffs, a faded pink T-shirt, walking boots, but no bra. She turned away from her door free threshold, slid on the shorts, and yanked the T-shirt over her damp body. Staring down, Payton realized her nipples were poking through.
Noah called out,
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