Page 66 of Revelry
“Come on, you must be freezing. A hot shower will warm you up, I’ll even let you go first so you can use all the warm water,” he joked, and a smile split my lips.
“Sure, sounds great.”
I followed him inside, staring at his back as he shut the door, not just at the smooth skin covering perfect muscles but at the goosebumps dotting his flesh. He was shivering and cold and it was all my fault.
“You can join me,” I offered, shocking myself. He turned on the shower and opened the bathroom cabinet, pulling out a couple of towels. Then started to get out of his cold, damp clothes.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re freezing, I’m freezing. Let’s just share.”
His fiery stare met mine, his throat working in a slow swallow. “I’m not showering with you, Gertrude.”
“We’ll keep our underwear on, not a naked shower. It’ll be quicker and you won’t get hypothermic.”
He shook his head sharply and left a towel on the side before sitting down on the toilet lid and waiting. I could see the goosebumps all across the arms he’d folded over his chest. Down his thick, toned thighs dusted with dark hair. I sighed before I stepped into the bath, damning him for the gentleman he was.
The hot water hitting me felt like paradise. I lathered my hair with shampoo but I could hear a sound on the outside of the shower and sighed again, loudly.
“Tate, I can hear your teeth chattering. Just get in here, dammit!” I shouted and a moment later, the curtain was pulled back and he was crowding in behind me. A sizzle of awareness shot between my thighs as he braced his arms on the wall over my head and dipped down, pushing his head under the shower and groaning.
I suddenly realized exactly why we shouldn’t have done this. It was erotic as fuck. Watching the water run through his hair and trail down his neck and shoulders, over his chest, dripping off his small, brown nipples and getting lost in the maze of his abs. I was awestruck, dumbstruck, hornystruck, is that a thing?
“Hands out,” he commanded in a rough voice. I cupped my hands as he squeezed some shower gel into them. His scent was all around me and I couldn’t get away from it. It shot up my nostrils, glided through my veins and I was practically panting.
He didn’t make eye contact with me as he washed himself, running his hands over his chest and I felt like there should be some kind of raunchy music playing as I watched him.
Cough…objectified him…cough.
“Gertrude, Christ, stop looking at me like that. I’m begging you,” Tate groaned. I met his stare, his silver eyes swirling. I was hypnotized, that’s the only reason I reached out and traced a line down his stomach, goosebumps erupting along the path. His breath hitched and his grip circled my wrist, halting my progress. He pushed me against the wall, pinning me with his rock-hard pelvis. God, I wanted to feel that between my thighs.
He would be perfect, he would ruin me. I just knew it.
And I’d thank him for it after.
“Tate,” I breathed as his mouth inched closer to mine, closing the distance so achingly slowly. And then he was gone.
He spun us in the tub, rinsing himself off before I could even fathom what was happening and he was out of the shower, leaving me all alone.
Chapter Eighteen
Tate
“Idiot!” I snapped, frustrated with myself again for letting Gertrude walk out of that shower unsatisfied.
I turned over in bed, trying to get away from the image of her wet and needy. Trying to will away the erection that hadn’t gone down since this afternoon when we’d gotten too close. Once again, I’d found myself in a situation where I was ready to ravage her and couldn’t. It was getting frustrating.Iwas getting frustrated.
We clearly had chemistry that was bubbling up and we both wanted each other. I knew why I was fighting it but why was she? And why did it annoy me that she was holding back? Gertrude didn’t hold back with anything, ever, so what gives?
I heard a low sigh through the wall and closed my eyes, inhaling deeply to calm myself. I’d been hearing that a lot recently, Gertrude sighing in her sleep. At least she was sleeping soundly while I was on the other side of the wall stressed and aroused. I clicked my fingers three times to break the pattern of thoughts, but it didn’t help.
She sighed again, louder this time and my hard dick pulsed in my shorts, allhey, I’m here!I knew he was there, he hadn’t left for hours. I put both hands behind my head to stop from reaching in my shorts at the sound of Gertrude’s next sigh. Although this one was a little breathier. And then there was a muffled moan.
I bolted upright in bed.
I’d heard that moan before.
“Holy shit,” I murmured, staring at the wall behind me. “She’s not sighing in her sleep. She’s not asleep at all!” My pulse pounded because now I knew what all those sighs were, what that moan was.
