Page 50 of The Third Girl

“I am.” She shoots me a naughty smile, which only makes me want her more. I lift her into my arms, and her legs wrap around my waist as I back her against the tile. I only have a second to stare into her green-eyed gaze before our mouths crash together. But it’s enough. What I see there practically knocks me off my feet. This woman is with me. Skylar and I are in this together. She wants me.

I groan as I lick into her mouth, tasting myself on her. My brain short-circuits as my hands wander, cupping her ass. I can’t get enough of the way she kisses me like the world could be falling down around us and she wouldn’t care. When we finally come up for air, I touch my forehead to hers, staring into her green eyes. Something flashes within them. I must not be reading her right. I swear there’s emotion shining there that I’m not yet ready for. But I hope she’ll wait for me because I think maybe I could get there with her. Someday. Tucking that thought into the back of my head, I sigh. “We’re probably about to lose the hot water.”

She giggles. “Oh, shit. I should wash my hair.”

I nod and set her on her feet, then pick up the shampoo from the shelf and squirt some into my hand. I smile as she takes the bottle from me, not worried about using mine. I don’t know how she deals with all that hair. It’s beautiful, though.She’sbeautiful.

I scrub my head quickly while she’s working the shampoo through hers, then pull her close to me so I can duck my head under the spray of water.

She’s still working the shampoo through her hair by the time I’m done.

I hold her chin with my fingers and stamp a kiss to her lips. “Just so you know…real men go on red.We can do that sometime if you want.” I lay another kiss on her mouth, which ends in a sputter from her.

“I’ve never heard that phrase before, but I kinda love it.” She wrinkles her nose.

“That’s what showers are for. Your body is beautiful to me. I’ll want you all the time.” I wink at her as her lips curve into a I-can’t-believe-you-said-that smile. I don’t want to leave her side, but I edge toward the towel rack, exhaustion beginning to hit me hard.

“Hey, if you don’t mind, could you grab the conditioner that’s in Sailor’s bathroom? My hair will be a wreck without it.”

“Yeah, sure. Give me just a sec.” I step out, grab a towel, and dry myself off, then wrap it around my waist before heading out to the other bathroom. I find the bottle she was talking about; it’s some product called Love Ur Curls. I grin to myself. I do love her curls. Especially the pretty curls between her legs that I will explore in more detail someday when she’s less self-conscious.

Re-entering the bathroom, it strikes me again that this is really happening. There’s a gorgeous woman naked in my shower. Just then, she turns her head my way and smiles. My chest tightens, squeezing the hell out of my heart. The result is that I fumble over my words when I open my mouth. “I, uh, I’ve got— Um. Your—”

“My conditioner?” She gives me an odd look, holding her hand out. “Thanks.”

I suck in a breath, letting my gaze travel her body again. Fuck, I’m in trouble. Suddenly, it doesn’t matter that she technically works for me or that she’s twelve years younger. Or even that I have lingering guilt about starting over with someone new. It’s clear Skylar and I are into each other. I want her—every sassy, beautiful inch of her. The real issue has become something different, and it sends my mind spinning. What if Ineedher?

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