“It’s pretty awesome,” I agreed. “I’m not a bath guy, so didn’t really see the point in spending the money on a fancy tub, but a good shower? Sign me up.”
“Mmm.”
At the little sound of agreement, my dick perked up. I rubbed the back of my neck and looked at the massive shower stall. It could easily fit two people. And the bench would be perfect for… I cleared my throat. Nope. Not going there. “I’ll get out of your hair and let you have at ‘er.”
Natalie looked up at me and licked her lips. I followed the movement and shifted my weight as awareness zipped between us. “I’m gonna…” I gestured toward the door.
She nodded.
On an audible exhale, I turned toward the door. “Come on, Walter, let’s give the lady some privacy.” Instead of listening, he lay down on the bathmat. “Walter, let’s go.”
Natalie giggled. “Looks like he’s staying put.”
“Sorry, I’ll get him out of here.”
“Don’t be silly. It’s fine. He can hang out in here with me.”
“You sure?”
“Of course.”
I eyed my dog and the little fucker grinned again. I narrowed my eyes and shook my head at him. What the actual fuck? He cockblocked me with one woman, and now he rubs it in that he got to see this one naked before I did. What an asshole.
“All right, I’ll be downstairs when you’re done.” I gripped the doorknob. “Anything you don’t like to eat?”
“Pardon?” She blinked at me.
“I’m going to fire up the grill. Anything you don’t like?”
She tilted her head to the side. “You don’t have to feed me. I can just shower and get out of your way.”
“Eh, I’m cooking anyway. No big deal to throw another steak on.”
Her stomach rumbled loudly. She slapped her hand on her abdomen. “Apparently my stomach has spoken and I’d love to stay. Thank you. I’ll be quick and come down and help.”
I waved my hand. “Take your time. Enjoy the shower.” I eyed my dog one last time. “Walter?” I raised my eyebrows at him. His mouth widened into what was becoming an annoying smile. “Traitor,” I grumbled.
Natalie laughed. “Get out of here and leave Walter and me alone.”
I rapped my knuckles on the doorframe twice as I took one last look at Natalie before closing the door.
I stood outside the bathroom. Was she getting undressed already? Images of Natalie naked in my shower filled my head. Her lathering my soap on her firm breasts. My shampoo running down her body in a sudsy caress. My dick twitched. I shifted to pull the fabric away from myself and blew out a breath.
Enough being a perv. What was I going to do stand outside the bathroom and wank to mental images of her in my shower? Hell no.
Annoyed with myself, I turned on my heel and stomped downstairs.
Twenty minutes later, I heard Walter’s nails clicking across the hardwood floor. I looked up as Natalie descended the stairs behind him. My chest tightened. Holy shit. So far, I’d only seen her with her hair up in a messy knot, kind of sweaty and unkempt. And I still wanted her. If I’d thought she was sexy then, it had nothing on her now. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she walked down the stairs. A pair of little shorts showed off her muscular thighs, and the color of the tank made it look like she’d spent the day in the sun instead of cooped up cleaning.
Natalie stopped at the edge of the island. “You okay?”
“What? Yeah.” I nodded. “Your, uh, your hair is long.” I hadn’t realized it was so long. Every time I’d seen her so far it had been tied up. Now it was loose and wavy and ran more than halfway down her back. I could imagine gripping it in my hand. The way it would feel tangled around my fist.
She grabbed the end of her light brown hair and looked at it. “Yeah. I need to cut it.”
“Don’t.” Damn.Real subtle.NormallyI had better game than that.
Natalie’s head snapped up and her gaze connected with mine. “Okay,” she murmured.
