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They walked the rest of the way home in silence.
GEN MADE UP THE couch and tried not to mope.
She needed to get over this. They had kissed. She had liked it. Hell, she'd loved it. She'd never been so turned on in her entire life. They had touched and traded bodily fluids and now it was over. Done.
The echo of the shower running rose to her ears. The image of Wolfe naked and wet made her belly lurch and her thighs tingle. She'd been wondering if that kiss they shared on the dock in Saratoga was a freak occurrence. After all, that type of heat between friends was impossible. Right?
Instead, tonight confirmed the worst. She wanted her best friend in bed. Bad. She wanted to do all sorts of dirty things with him, and was super close to suggesting the whole friends-with-benefits package for a moment, and then he had to go mention their dates. Talk about a buzzkill.
Gen changed the pillowcase on his memory foam pillow and sighed. Wolfe was probably hot for every girl he kissed. She couldn't think of herself as special. Hell, he practically told her he was hard up from not sleeping with someone and needed sex. Definitely an oversurge of testosterone. Add in some moody music, her body pressing into his, a seductive night with the stars, and wham. A crazy, hot kiss against a tree. Now over.
She shook her head. Time to be a big girl and not get all moody over the whole thing. Especially with him staying here. Maybe Wolfe was right. Maybe her upcoming date would work out well and take away these crazy emotions she was starting to feel. Maybe--
"Holy shit!"
She froze. The roar from the bathroom shook the tiny house on its foundation. Heart pounding, she stumbled forward, terrified he'd slipped in the tub, or cut something important, or saw a ghost with bloody teeth and eyes ready to rip him apart. Stupid Syfy channel.
Gen called out his name and reached the door. It was flung open and she caught a blur of nakedness rush past her. A puddle of water soaked the floor and steam drifted out lazily. Trying to keep calm, she stuck her head inside and looked around, but nothing seemed wrong. The water ran in the tub, the curtain was pulled back, and the mirrors were fogged. A pile of clothes lay in a heap on the floor. Towels were strewn around. Other than a mess, there was nothing in there.
"Dammit, Wolfe, you scared me. What's going on?"
"There's a fucking tarantula in there! I've never seen anything like that--don't you clean?"
She opened her mouth to tell him exactly what she thought of his chauvinistic remark, then stopped. Gen recognized the tone well. He was terrified, and as much as she loved to tease him, she respected this one weakness regarding crawly, hairy bugs. She shook her head and marched back into the bathroom, grabbing a handful of tissues. "Where is it?" she called out.
"By the towels. I saw it drop down from the ceiling. Nasty motherfucker."
She smothered a laugh and began searching for it. "Why can't you hang the towels up on the hook? They get wet and moldy on the floor."
"Can we talk about that after you kill the spider?"
She picked up the towel and shook it out. Nothing. "And what's that crack about my cleaning? I sweep the cobwebs, buddy, but I haven't seen you get out the vacuum yet. Maybe you should help more if you don't want creepy crawlies around here."
"Will you just get the spider, Gen?"
She bit her lip at the high tone of his voice and narrowed her gaze. If it was so big, why didn't she see it? She lifted the bath mat and jerked back as the bug skittered over the white tile. What the hell?
Tarantula, huh? The thing was dark and fat, but overall pretty small to make him scream like a girl. Ah, the blackmail could be incredible. She grinned with evil purpose and crushed the bug in the tissue. Sorry, Arilyn. In this case, she was in the camp of killing bugs and did not classify them in the animal kingdom.
"Got it."
A sigh of relief reached her ears. "Thanks. Are you okay?"
She held back a snort. "It was a close call but I made it. You're right. He's huge. Wanna see?"
His voice cut like a whiplash. "Don't screw with me, Gen. Flush it in the toilet or I swear to God--"
"Aww, whatcha gonna do? Come on, maybe it'll help your arachnophobia. I'll show you." Grinning, she walked out of the bathroom, holding out the tissue ball in her hand like a present.
"Get that thing away from me!" Gen opened her mouth to tease him, but he looked so freaked out she started to feel bad.
Then she realized she shouldn't be focused on his face right now.
Because he was naked.
Holy hotness, Batman.
Gen knew he had a great body. The world saw it in billboard color when he modeled boxers, with his badass leather wristbands and nothing else. But seeing him fully exposed in all ways almost made her hit the floor from the sheer weakness in her knees.
Wolfe was amazing.
Rivulets of water slid down a mass of hard muscle. Not an ounce of softness showed on his body. From the eight-pack abs, powerful biceps, and bulky thighs, he was lean, mean, and toned. Deep olive skin. Dark hair sprinkled his chest and narrowed to the mouthwatering line going lower. His tattoo crawled over his body like a gorgeous painting. Her gaze dropped to the nest of dark curls between his thighs.
Oh. My. God.
He was pierced.
She almost gasped at the silver barbell that pierced his cock, which was impressive and steadily rising as she kept her gaze locked on target. Heat twisted through her body, and her mouth grew dry as she imagined her fingers playing with him, watching him grow hard under her ministrations. Imagined her tongue flicking the barbell, making him groan. Imagined what he'd feel li
ke buried deep inside her. Would the metal hit her G-spot? Tickle her clit as he thrust back and forth? The room blurred and her fingers clenched with the need to touch.
"Gen."
Her name rasped in the air. She watched him grow bigger, longer, surge forward in a massive erection under her hot gaze. "Yeah?" she murmured, fascinated with the male beauty and strength before her.
"Gotta stop looking at me like that, sweetheart. I'm dying here. I need a towel."
She blinked. "Oh. Right. A towel." Her tongue snuck out to wet her bottom lip. He groaned as if he was in agony. "Sorry."
Gen didn't move. He was so hard. She ached to stroke the tip and know what he felt like. Clasp her hand around the root and pull up and down slowly. Drop to her knees and open her mouth and take him deep inside. Would he taste as clean and delicious as he smelled? Or would he have an earthy, musky flavor with his arousal?
She jerked as he said her name again, more forcefully. "Yeah?"
"If you don't get me a towel now, I'm gonna lose it."
Oh, she was so tempted. Stroll over, grasp his cock, and make him forget for a while. Make them both forget. But when she finally lifted her gaze, there was more than lust and need in his eyes.
There was desperation.
With numb motions, she walked into the bathroom, grabbed the towel, and brought it over. He wrapped it around his hips and held it with one fist, as if afraid she'd try to yank it off him. Color flooded her cheeks. How humiliating. She must've been staring like some horny teenager looking to get rid of her virginity.
"Sorry." Gen forced a smile. "Got carried away."
His hand shot out. Grasped her chin and tilted her head up so she was forced to look at him. Blue eyes caught and held hers in a grip so tight and so fierce, the breath was forced out of her lungs. Raw hunger vibrated from his gaze.
"Don't ever apologize to me again for anything we do together."
She stared back at him, helpless. Waiting for him to make the decision for both of them, since she was too far gone to say no. If he reached for her, there'd be no turning back. One kiss, one touch, and they'd be in bed. Naked. Together.
Gen trembled. Waited.
He dropped his hand.
"Thanks for killing the spider."
She couldn't answer. He walked past her and shut the bathroom door. With shaking knees, she collapsed onto the sofa and wondered what the hell she was going to do.
