Page 31 of Rockstar Baby
“Are you trying to hide from me, ginger fairy?”
“No.”
He stepped into the room and the huge bathroom instantly felt smaller. I wasn’t worldly enough to throw my shoulders back and invite him in. Besides, the water was already getting cold. And I wasn’t sure I wanted another round with him.
Not when he’d left with a note.
Though it was probably more than most women got after a wild night of sex with a stranger. I mean, it was sort of wild. It had certainly been athletic and memorable. At least for me anyway. Probably another day at the office for him.
He took a fluffy towel off the rack and stood at the side of the tub. “I’ve seen everything.”
“It’s different when there’s daylight. And when I’m pruny.”
His eyebrow spiked. “Should I leave then?” He set the towel back on the rack.
I blew the little hairs that had come free from my messy knot out of my face. “Why are you here?”
He reached over to turn on the taps and unplug the drain. “My meeting had…complications.” He unhooked the fancy rain hood and switched the lever to turn the flowing water to the shower setting.
I frowned when he held out his hand for me.
“You want the bubbles rinsed off, yeah?”
“Right.”
He held out the shower head. “We don’t have to do anything more if you’re not interested. I can leave you be.”
“You still haven’t answered me.” I stood and the water sluiced down off of me. Far too little bubbles were left to cover any part of me.
His eyes did that hooded thing like last night. Just before he fucked me into the mattress. I stood still as a gentle flow of water at the perfect temperature rinsed away the minty bubbles.
Truly, how could I resist my favorite scent waiting for me when I spotted the tub?
His Adam’s apple bobbed hard. “Turn.” His voice was harsh and gritty.
I slowly turned until my back was to him. I shut my eyes and swayed a little. His eyes felt so heavy on me. His breath was light on my neck as the water flowed over my lower back and the curve of my ass.
The water stopped and I was about to turn around when his lips brushed along my neck. He cupped my breasts, tugging lightly on the tips as he slowly sipped from my wet skin.
He tucked his chin over my shoulder. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
I covered his hands. “I doubt that, but it’s lovely to hear.”
He nipped at my jaw. “I don’t lie.”
I couldn’t help the dreamy smile. “I don’t suppose you do.”
“That’s one thing you don’t have to worry about.” His hand slid down my belly, his short nails leaving the lightest trail through the moisture clinging to my skin.
“Good to know.”
His touch slid lower again, teasing through the narrow strip of curls that framed my slit. I was still sensitive, but I ached for him to fill me up again.
“Is this your version of seduction?”
“Does it make up for me leaving?”
I leaned back against him. The fine blend of his sweater made me straighten. “I’m going to get you wet.”
