Page 79 of Resting Beach Face
I crossed the living area and dining room to reach the entrance to Declan’s living quarters. I hesitated, wondering if I should knock, but he knew I was coming.
I opened the door and entered, but I didn’t see him. The faint sound of a shower came from the bathroom.
I went over and tapped the door. “Declan? Just wanted to let you know I’m back so you don’t come out of there naked.” I paused. “Unless you want to.” I winced. My flirty tongue always got me in trouble. “Kidding! I’m just kidding.”
“Cash? Come in. I can’t hear you.”
He wanted me to come in? Okay, no big deal. It didn’t mean anything sexual would happen. I needed to play this cool and show him I wasn’t always a horn dog.
I eased the door open. “Hey, man, I just wanted to tell you I was back, and…” I trailed off as my brain processed what I was seeing. Declan had tugged back the shower curtain and damn, the view was distracting.
He’d slicked his dark hair back from his face, making his cheekbones and the cut of his jaw look sharper. Water trickled over his shoulders and down to his chest, where a light covering of dark hair trailed between his pecs and down to?—
I jerked my gaze back up before I got busted for staring at the man’s cock. That was an invite-only kind of show.
“Do you want to shower with me?” Declan asked.
My heart skipped. “Really?”
“It’s been a long day. I don’t want to make you wait.”
Well, that was true. Exhaustion and achiness tugged at me after hours of painting. I’d been burning the candle at both ends, getting up early and working late—and often cuddling later—with Declan.
“Okay, sure.” I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Declan let the shower curtain fall shut, and I stripped down. My cock was already trying to thicken. I glared down at it and mentally ordered it to behave.
When I pulled aside the curtain to step in behind Declan, I got a view of his shoulders and back flexing as he ran his hands through his hair, rinsing it of shampoo. The suds ran down the small of his back and onto a perfect peach-shaped ass.
I bit my lip and closed my eyes, willing the rush of lust away.
“Here, step under the spray. I’ll wash your back for you.”
Well, okay then. Apparently, this was going to be a full-service type of shower. I opened my eyes enough to shuffle past Declan, our wet skin gliding and sending sparks of want crackling through my body.
He gently guided me to face the front, then used the removable shower head to wet my hair thoroughly before applying shampoo. His fingers worked through my hair, scrubbing but also massaging, and I sighed as some of the day’s tension washed away.
“There you go,” he murmured softly. “Go ahead and lean back against me. I got you.”
I sagged, his firm chest supporting me, and closed my eyes, luxuriating in the pampering.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but it’s really nice.”
Declan worked a sponge over my shoulders and chest, scrubbing me clean. It should have seemed perfunctory, but his hands were on my body, and my body really liked that.
He stepped back to rinse me down, sliding his hands over my skin until he reached my ass.
I sucked in a breath and almost choked on shower water, suddenly aware my cock hadnotbehaved and was rigid and waving like a flag trying to get Declan’s attention.
“Maybe don’t touch me there.”
Declan removed his hands. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just…” I waved at my dick. “My body gets its own ideas, and if you keep touching my ass like that—” I cut myself short. “It doesn’t mean anything, okay?”
“Cash, it’s all right if it means something,” Declan said. “I’d be a little insulted if it didn’t.”
I glanced back over my shoulder, meeting his eyes. “I don’t understand…”
Declan kissed me, his lips wet and slippery. I moaned as all the lust I’d been trying to fight back swamped me.
