Page 98 of High Seduction
Matt paused in the middle of getting undressed to point along the sidewall. Tim ditched the rest of his clothes on the chair before striding across the deck and flipping on the water.
“Do we have any plans for tomorrow?” Matt asked.
“Not yet.” Tim stepped under the heated stream. “Maybe we should wait to see how tonight goes.”
Matt nodded, standing to the side of the shower and waiting his turn. “No matter what, I’m there for you.”
“I appreciate it, more than you know.” Tim stepped aside, dashing water from his fingers. “Any time you get the urge for some company, you’re welcome to visit me in Banff. I’ve always got room for you.”
A few more nights, a few moredaysto get Erin to acknowledge that what she wanted was the same thing he wanted. He pulled himself back to alert as a fine spray bounced off Matt’s head, the other man sliding under the shower head and soaking himself down.
Tim turned to the pool and took a running leap at the water, cutting through the surface in a mass of bubbles as the cool water wrapped around him.
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Erin stood outside the massive room that housed the pool, gathering her nerve. She’d ordered food, ordered the guys to the pool, basically ordered them to strip...
Now she watched.
They moved around each other with an easy flow. Typical guys, no hangups, no lingering. Tim was naked before she could blink, and then she didn’t want to blink because the man was spectacular. He tilted his head back under the shower and rubbed his hair, and the muscles flexing in his upper body and shoulders made her mouth water.
Then Matt was there as well, and she could only hope that by the time she was in her midforties she’d have the courage to strip down and wander the pool deck as easily.
The two of them paused under the shower briefly before Tim took off, diving into the pool with a splash that sent water rippling over the gutters onto the deck.
While Tim began an easy freestyle stroke down the length, Matt remained in the shower, turning slowly under the water, adjusting the taps. He stared at the pool and the rhythmic turnover as Tim raised his arms over the water’s surface again and again before flipping at the end of the length and making his way back.
She was hiding in the hallway, and she knew it. When Matt glanced in her direction, there was no more time to delay. She stepped in to face them.
Matt grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist before crossing the deck to meet her. “Everything good?”
“All done.” She glanced at the pool. Waited.
Matt cleared his throat. “If you don’t want me here, I can leave. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Erin took a deep breath. “I think being uncomfortable is part of the point. If you’re willing to stay, please stay.” She met his serious gaze. “Thank you for this morning. Your words of wisdom about trusting. That’s what this is about right now—figuring out what trust means in different situations. If I can... just get past this mental block I have, I might understand.”
“As long as you’re sure.” He tweaked her nose. “I’m not at all upset being involved as long as it’s what you want.”
She leaned in and kissed his cheek, enjoying how easy it was to be around him. “You’re a very special guy, Matt. And I want you here.”
The mental debate took all of three seconds, but she did think it through before grabbing his towel, fingers slipping under the edge and brushing his abdomen.
He coughed lightly. “No swimsuits, right?”
“Right. Only I understood the towel. It’s difficult to have a serious conversation while all your good bits are out there in the open air.”
Matt chuckled. “Talented, beautiful, and wise.”
“You want to get in the pool?” Erin motioned, not hiding her grin. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
He covered her hands with his own, squeezing so she had to take hold of the fabric before he loosened one edge and stepped away. Bare-ass naked, butt flexing smoothly as he paced toward the pool and left her holding his towel.
Oh boy.
Tim pulled up to the end of the length about the same time Matt leapt in, the wave catching him and slapping him in the face. Tim gazed expectantly at Erin.
She stepped over, enjoying the position of looming over him, even if the illusion of power was just that, an illusion. “You having fun?” she asked.
