Page 36 of Scoring Zone
“How about an all-day naked day? No clothes. Just us.” His breathing tickles behind my ears.
“I’m on board for that, but we need to eat.” I push my ass back and get another rumble from his stomach. “See, food’s important.” I’d usually have a smoothie made or something for when he wakes up. He loves to eat healthy but isn’t great at planning. It’s the least I can do to make his life easier.
“Fine.” He lets go of me and flops starfish-style on the bed, exasperated like he’s given up in a negotiation.
He’s so luscious; it’s torture resisting him. “I gotta use the bathroom.”
“Use mine. We can shower together.”
We soap each other up, and my hands learn each curve of his muscles as I clean him.
“You’re more ticklish than I thought.” Before he can respond, his phone rings in the bedroom. Austin’s face falls. “Hey, we still have all day. Answer it, and we’ll make a plan depending on who needs you.”
He’s conflicted, but I stand him under the spray to rinse him off, then shove him out of the shower with a smack on the ass. If he doesn’t answer the call, the thought of letting someone down will eat at him.
I admire that about him. He’s selfless and has a huge heart. To prove I’m not upset, I order takeout from his favorite restaurant. We lounged in bed and in the shower for so long that it will be lunchtime when the food gets here.
His closet is open with his housecoat hanging on the back of the door. It’s the perfect solution for wearing clothes. There’s no reason to terrify the delivery person by opening the door naked.
The blender starts, and a stab of guilt hits me that instead of showing him how much I care, he’s feeding himself.
The app says our order will arrive soon. That’s one thing going my way. I pause in the hallway before I enter the kitchen to listen in case he’s in a private convo.
There’s a full glass on the counter. I reflexively wrinkle my nose. Austin loves his healthy drinks in the morning, but I’m not an athlete. There isn’t any reason for me to ingest his mix of high-performance ingredients.
His back is to me as he says, “That one’s yours.”
“You didn’t do a double batch?” I sniff the contents of the tumbler.
“No kale or raw eggs in yours, but there are extra raspberries.”
I set it down and hug him from behind. “You didn’t have to do that for me.”
He spins in my arms, all glorious naked skin and sexy chest hair. “When’s the last time I made you drink my smoothie?” His arms loop around my neck. “It’s not considered doing something nice if I know the other person doesn’t like it. That’s selfish.”
“You’re spoiling me,” I whisper in his ear, and watch goosebumps appear.
“Nah. But I do what I can.” His stomach makes a strange sound, so I back up and let him pour his drink. When he turns to face me, he does a double take. “What’s with my robe?” He gestures to it hanging on the island stool.
“You are so American if you’re calling a housecoat a robe.” I hold up my glass to clink his. “Cheers.”
Austin chugs his, not coming up for air, and some dribbles out of the side of his mouth. Without thinking, I lick it up and regret it.
He bursts out laughing. “You look disgusted.”
“I thought it would taste better off you?” It’s a question because my thought process was getting my mouth on him.
“You like me.” He does a little happy dance.
“I more than like you.” I palm his hips and join the happy dance. Naked kitchen dancing to no music is my new favorite activity, besides my mouth on him or our dicks sliding together. But it’s solidly in the top five. All my favorite things have to do with Austin.
“Who called?” I ask when we stop dancing and sway together.
“King and I are going to text later. He asked if you’ll be around because he might want your perspective.”
“That sounds ominous.” I stop moving.
He opens his mouth, but our buzzer rings. “I’ll get it.” I snatch his housecoat off the island chair.
