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All I can think about is taking off her clothes and exploring every nook and cranny of her body, as if I’ve never seen it before.
Funny thing is, every time I see her, it’s like the first time. That’s never happened before, not for me. It’s crazy. Almost inexplicable. Can’t wrap my head around it if I think too hard, so I try not to.
I peel into the parking garage and when we’re out of the car, I press the elevator button a dozen times, as if that will speed things along. Petal waits patiently, with no idea how I’m about to jump out of my skin.
Once in the apartment, she heads toward the guest room.
“Hey. Where you going?” I ask.
“I’m gross and need a shower.”
I grab her hand before she can get away. “I know you’re gross. I am too. Come join me in my shower.”
Her eyes widen and a smile spreads across her face. “Is that an invitation?”
I shake my head. “No. It’s a demand.”
Crossing her arms, she throws me her stink eye. “You know how I don’t like being told what to do.”
So stubborn. And so hot.
“Fine.” I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.
“Put me down, you brute,” she squeals. “You are going to be so sorry, mister.”
She tries to beat her fists against my back, but she’s laughing too hard.
Before I set her down, I turn the shower water on to heat up, and then sit her on the bathroom counter. I remove her hiking boots and socks, and then lift her T-shirt and sports bra off over her head.
I grab her, pulling her to the edge of the vanity, and she wraps her legs around me. “You know, I was staring at your ass in those leggings all day.”
She throws her arms up over my shoulders and presses her lips to my temple. “I know you were. Why do you think I walked in front of you so much? I like you looking at my rear end. I like you looking at my everything.”
Goddamn, this woman.
And now I’m fucking hard in my hiking shorts. I pull her closer and grind through her leggings.
“I… I like this, Petal. I like us. I want to try and make this work. I think we can turn into something good. Maybe great.”
She pulls back, looking at me, probably thinking of her next smart-ass remark.
It will always be like this with her, I know. I’ll say something, bare my heart or feelings or some such, and she’ll come back at me with something sarcastic. And that’s okay. Actually, it’s morethan okay. I like how she doesn’t tiptoe around. How she’s not afraid of laughing at herself… or me.
I could learn a thing or two from that.
“First let’s see how you come clean after your shower.” She pokes her nose into my underarm and I jump back.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Unless you’re trying to make yourself sick.”
She grimaces. “Point taken. I won’t be doing that again.”
“Baby, I could have told you I stink to high heaven after exercise. You didn’t have to sniff my pits to find that out.”
But she did, just like that badass that she is.
I pull her to her feet and peel her leggings down, and while I’m throwing my own clothes off, I watch her saunter across the bathroom, her cute butt jiggling just the perfect amount as she walks.
She opens the glass shower door and looks back at me, over her shoulder. “You coming or what?”
