Page 6 of The Biker's Second Chance
As long as I can avoid him and his cocky grin, I’ll be fine.
I step out of the shower and grab my towel. It’s a small bathroom, and I’m a big woman. It takes a bit of gymnastics to shut the shower door and get myself dry.
I’m bent over with the towel between my toes when the door behind me opens.
I almost jump out of my skin. I was sure I locked that door, and now someone’s getting a full view of my wide ass.
“Shit.”
I straighten up, trying to wrap the towel around me, but it doesn’t fit my substantial body.
From the low chuckle, I know before I turn around exactly who it is that’s walked in on me.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?”
Sean's got one hand on the bathroom door as he watches me struggle to get the towel over my boobs while not showing off my lady parts. By the look on his face, he’s obviously enjoying the show.
“I need a piss.”
“Still so vulgar.”
“Still so beautiful,” he snaps back without missing a beat.
I try not to let the words affect me. Sean was always a charmer, but it’s been a long time since anyone called me beautiful.
“I’m having a shower,” I say indignantly, wanting to wipe that smirk of his face. “Didn't you hear the water running?”
“I just woke up, didn't hear a thing.”
He's got a perpetually cocky grin, and it reminds me that I could never quite tell if he was joking or not. Or if what he was saying was the truth.
“I thought I locked that door.”
“It was unlocked.”
His face is a picture of innocence, which makes me suspicious. I wouldn’t put it past Sean to pick the lock.
I pull the towel tighter around my chest, but that only makes it ride up my legs.
Sean’s gaze travels to my exposed thighs, and he licks his lips.
He looks hungry, like a man who hasn’t eaten in weeks looking at a juicy steak. That hungry look sends a thrill through my body and makes my core ache.
“You do look good, Gina.” He takes a step toward me. “I wonder if you taste the same.”
Damn his audacity. It has me clenching my thighs together as my body betrays every warning my mind is screaming at it.
I take a step back and bump up hard against the vanity.
“I’ve thought about you every day for the last seven years, Gina, wondering if I’ll ever get a chance to kiss you again.”
He takes another step forward, and I’ve got no place to go. His thighs bump against mine, and his hot breath skims my lips.
We’re inches apart and I should push him away, but I’m also wondering if he tastes the same.
“It was a long shower, Gina. Makes me wonder what you were doing in there.”
Oh fuck. Caught.
