“Never mind. Just,” I gesture toward the toilet. He rolls his eyes and steps the rest of the way into the bathroom. “Mind shutting the door? You’re letting a bunch of cool air in.”
Ryne studies my face and silently shuts the door. I turn around and focus on soaping my body up to give him some privacy. After the toilet flushes and the sink turns on, I turn back around. I wipe back and forth a few more times on the shower door.
“If you wipe much lower you’re gonna expose all your goods, not that I’m complaining.” He glances over at me and raises an eyebrow. The half-smile, half-smirk he gives me nearly does me in.
I make another swipe along the glass. Ryne narrows his eyes as he dries his hands and tosses the towel on the counter. I swipe again, slowly, not low enough to actually expose myself but getting pretty damn close. His nostrils flare and he stalks over to the shower. I feel like the gazelle to his lion and my heart thumps in my chest, beating erratically against my ribs. Ryne leans in. We’re face to face, nothing but a shower door separating my naked body and his hungry eyes.
“Have I mentioned lately that your sassy smartass ways are gonna get you into trouble?”
I lick my lips and swallow hard. “Not since this morning.”
Swipe.
“Don’t start something you aren’t prepared to finish,” Ryne growls out. His jaw is clenched and lust burns hot and bright over every inch of his body.
“Who said I’m not gonna finish it?”
Swipe.
To Ryne’s credit, he doesn’t look down. Instead, he takes a small step back and crosses his arms over his chest. I pump more soap into my hand. I’ve never been this bold with anyone else, not even Christopher. There’s something about Ryne that draws it out of me. I rub my hands together slowly to lather up the soap and then slide a hand lazily down my chest and along my abs.
“You’re killing me, Becker.”
I smirk and slide my hand lower. “You could join me.” I’m shocked by my own daring but manage to keep the surprise off my face and out of my voice.
“As tempting as that is and as much as I’d love to call your bluff right now, I can’t.”
Call my bluff? My eyes narrow into tiny slits and I slide the shower door open in one smooth movement. His eyes widen and he reaches over and flicks the lights off. Umm, really? There are no windows so we’re in complete darkness.
“Am Ithathideous, Ryne?”
He groans and walks back up to the shower only this time no door separates us. “I don’t want to look when I can’t do anything. I have to go meet up with Bryce,” he grumbles. “I’m gonna be late if I don’t leave in the next few minutes.”
“I mean, that’s plenty of time, Ryne.”
His voice goes lower and deeper and his words slide along my wet skin and permeate through my bones. “The first time I get my mouth on you is not going to be any sort of rush job, Dacen.”
My dick grows painfully hard. “O-okay,” I manage to sputter.
The first time I get my mouth on you…
Like it’s a sure thing in his mind and that is happening more than once is also a given.
I let out a shaky breath and immediately suck in a sharp one when Ryne’s palm slides up my wet, soapy chest. His thumb grazes my nipple and some incoherent sound comes from deep within me.
“You work tomorrow evening?”
I find my voice and manage to respond sounding somewhat normal. “For the kids’ scrimmage, yeah, but not after that.”
A pleased rumble hits my ears. I want to press my hand to his chest and feel the vibration but he drags his fingers away and steps back.
“I gotta go.” A moment later the bathroom door cracks open wide enough for Ryne to slip through. Light from the bedroom makes its way in.
“Um, Ryne?” I call out just before he shuts it completely.
“Yeah?”
“The lights?” He chuckles and reaches his hand around, fumbling blindly for the light switch. A few seconds later I’m squinting from the brightness. “Ryne?” I call out once more.
