Page 18 of Hot Stuff
“There’s a lot we need to go over.”
“You want to do it now?” I don’t know about him, but I’m more than happy to forget everything outside of this room and the two of us until tomorrow.
“We probably should.”
“But do you want to?” I move closer, my lips almost brushing his. “Or do you want to wash my back?”
I’m off the bed, held tight to Walker’s body and heading for the bathroom in answer.
I grin. “Okay, back washing it is.”
“It’ll be more than that,” he growls.
I like that he seems as desperate as me to finish what we started before I let my thoughts stop us.
When Walker makes it into the bathroom, he looks around, taking in the luxurious fittings. His gaze locks on the huge tub in the corner. “As appealing as that multi-head shower looks, I think we’re going to take advantage of the tub.”
Plopping my naked butt on the counter, he leans in and kisses me. A long, deep, wet kiss that sucks the breath right out of me.
“Don’t move,” he orders when he’s finished scrambling my brain.
He needn’t bother. Not when the view of him moving around the room showing me his perfect body, casually pulling off the half-used condom and dropping it in the trash, bending over to start the water and giving me a better look at his ass, has me breathing hard and my fingers twitching to touch.
He’s looking through the hotel-supplied toiletries, flicking each one aside when they don’t meet his approval, and I can’t help but offer assistance. “What are you looking for?”
“Hmm…” he hums absently as he picks up the final bottle. Popping the cap, he takes a sniff before bringing it to me. “Here. Smell good?”
The fact he’s asking for my opinion shocks me. It shouldn’t. Walker has been considerate up until now. He’s a genuinely nice guy. I know that from the file my PI gave me but also from experience. In spite of what he did when we first met, he’s not a cocky asshole. And I can’t let him put that stuff in the bath. “No. It smells like a flower shop.”
“Huh. You don’t like flowers…” He eyes me carefully. “Do you not like it for you or me?”
How the hell can he read me so easily? “Ah…”
“Right. Okay. Well, I’m man enough to survive smelling like a flower shop.”
“But—”
“Plus you can jump in the shower with me to make sure you wash it all away before we leave in the morning.”
Ooo, I like the way he thinks. “I can do that.”
“Oh, no, there is no can, youwilldo that.” He grins at me, a cocky, I’m going to get you to do exactly what I want grin, that has me smiling in return.
“You sure about that?” I ask, even though we both know I’ll do it.
“Absolutely,” he says, while dumping a good amount of the sweet smelling liquid from the bottle into the stream of water filling the tub.
“Cocky,” I mutter.
Walker looks at me over his shoulder, his eyes locking with mine. “Confident.”
I have no come back for that because he should be confident. He had me naked on the floor, his cock buried inside me within minutes of his arrival.
I’m a sure thing.
Except I’m not.
I’ve never done this with anyone.
