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on the other side of the shower.
“What are you doing in here?”
“You called me.”
“Did not.”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”
He’d been honest with her since she’d first met him.
“Sorry, I hadn’t meant to.”
“I can leave.” He said.
She nodded her head without saying yes leave or no stay. She had no idea what she wanted. No, she was lying to herself. She wanted him, had wanted him from the first moment she’d seen him in that bar.
She wanted him, but that didn’t mean she deserved him.
“Should I stay? I can wash your back.” He said.
“You don’t look like a back washer to me.” She smiled.
“I’m willing to make an exception.”
He waited. When she said nothing else, he turned and headed for the door.
“Stay.”
Chapter Eleven
Sergey turned around to look at her. The shower hid nothing. “Are you sure I’m the one you want?” He asked.
Lorali lifted her hand placing her palm on the clear glass door of the huge shower.
“It only took one deep breath when I walked into that bar to cue me in that there was something in there I wanted. The tantalizing smell of you hit me. I immediately forgot why I was there. All I wanted was to get closer to what had called to me.
The spicy, wild scent of you threw me off balance, making me want what I knew was forbidden. When I sat on that bar stool next to you, allowing my eyes to take you in from head to toe, I knew I had to touch you.”
She lifted her hand to examine it.
“I wanted to run my hands up and down your incredibly large arms. My fingers needed to trace every line on your chest. I knew that only one of us would receive pleasure from my touch. I knew I would feel nothing and I didn’t care. I needed to touch you then and I still do.”
“So yeah, I’m sure you’re the one I want.”
Sergey reached down and grabbed the hem of the T-shirt he’d changed into while she’d been away. Catching it, he pulled it over his head. Lorali watched the play of muscles as he revealed his hard chest to her.
Had she just let out a moan? Licking her lips, she decided to let out another one just in case the first one was her imagination. Her fingers began drawing designs on the door, wanting nothing more than to touch him, twitching with the effort it took not to leave the shower.
He was dressed in black jeans and a pair of heavy boots. He bent over and pulled the boots off.
You knew you had it bad when you were thinking how hot a guy’s feet were. She had to laugh. She had it bad. Pants please, she silently chanted in her head. What was Mr. Epic bulge waiting for? She had to see.
He stood there with his belt undone and his hands on the button of his fly. She looked up and saw the small smile on his face. He was teasing her. If she’d known males like him existed, she would’ve put her order in years ago.
Two could play at this game. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it. Pushing it back and forth between her lips, she watched the muscles in his neck jump.
She withdrew it with an audible pop. Taking her wet finger, she placed it on her nipple, allowing the wetness to coat it. Then she tugged just a little before pinching it. It tightened, standing up enough for him to see.
The button and the zipper to his jeans came undone so fast that she missed it. He was pushing them down, allowing his arm to tighten and bulge from the act.
Her eyes got big and her mouth went dry as she waited, hoping not to be disappointed.
Oh my … would that even fit? She would find a way. He was big, thick and he stood out with a little slant upwards. She wanted to throw her leg over him and ride him like a frickin see saw.
No, better yet, she wanted to push all that yummy goodness into her and play hide and seek with it for the rest of the night.
With effort she pulled her mind out of the gutter and bad playground analogies. Getting really dirty with him made a pop appearance, before she pulled herself together and stepped away
“What are you doing in here?”
“You called me.”
“Did not.”
He shrugged. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”
He’d been honest with her since she’d first met him.
“Sorry, I hadn’t meant to.”
“I can leave.” He said.
She nodded her head without saying yes leave or no stay. She had no idea what she wanted. No, she was lying to herself. She wanted him, had wanted him from the first moment she’d seen him in that bar.
She wanted him, but that didn’t mean she deserved him.
“Should I stay? I can wash your back.” He said.
“You don’t look like a back washer to me.” She smiled.
“I’m willing to make an exception.”
He waited. When she said nothing else, he turned and headed for the door.
“Stay.”
Chapter Eleven
Sergey turned around to look at her. The shower hid nothing. “Are you sure I’m the one you want?” He asked.
Lorali lifted her hand placing her palm on the clear glass door of the huge shower.
“It only took one deep breath when I walked into that bar to cue me in that there was something in there I wanted. The tantalizing smell of you hit me. I immediately forgot why I was there. All I wanted was to get closer to what had called to me.
The spicy, wild scent of you threw me off balance, making me want what I knew was forbidden. When I sat on that bar stool next to you, allowing my eyes to take you in from head to toe, I knew I had to touch you.”
She lifted her hand to examine it.
“I wanted to run my hands up and down your incredibly large arms. My fingers needed to trace every line on your chest. I knew that only one of us would receive pleasure from my touch. I knew I would feel nothing and I didn’t care. I needed to touch you then and I still do.”
“So yeah, I’m sure you’re the one I want.”
Sergey reached down and grabbed the hem of the T-shirt he’d changed into while she’d been away. Catching it, he pulled it over his head. Lorali watched the play of muscles as he revealed his hard chest to her.
Had she just let out a moan? Licking her lips, she decided to let out another one just in case the first one was her imagination. Her fingers began drawing designs on the door, wanting nothing more than to touch him, twitching with the effort it took not to leave the shower.
He was dressed in black jeans and a pair of heavy boots. He bent over and pulled the boots off.
You knew you had it bad when you were thinking how hot a guy’s feet were. She had to laugh. She had it bad. Pants please, she silently chanted in her head. What was Mr. Epic bulge waiting for? She had to see.
He stood there with his belt undone and his hands on the button of his fly. She looked up and saw the small smile on his face. He was teasing her. If she’d known males like him existed, she would’ve put her order in years ago.
Two could play at this game. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it. Pushing it back and forth between her lips, she watched the muscles in his neck jump.
She withdrew it with an audible pop. Taking her wet finger, she placed it on her nipple, allowing the wetness to coat it. Then she tugged just a little before pinching it. It tightened, standing up enough for him to see.
The button and the zipper to his jeans came undone so fast that she missed it. He was pushing them down, allowing his arm to tighten and bulge from the act.
Her eyes got big and her mouth went dry as she waited, hoping not to be disappointed.
Oh my … would that even fit? She would find a way. He was big, thick and he stood out with a little slant upwards. She wanted to throw her leg over him and ride him like a frickin see saw.
No, better yet, she wanted to push all that yummy goodness into her and play hide and seek with it for the rest of the night.
With effort she pulled her mind out of the gutter and bad playground analogies. Getting really dirty with him made a pop appearance, before she pulled herself together and stepped away
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