Page 105 of Hot As Ice

“Gross.” She looks miserable as she looks up at the ceiling. “But I didn’t sleep with him.”

“No. I would’ve killed him if you had.”

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”

“Damn right I am.”

She pushes the covers down and looks at herself. I put her in one of my hockey t-shirts. She touches her face. “Is my makeup all smeared?”

“No. I wiped most of it off.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

Neither of us says anything for a minute.

“It’s been a crazy few weeks,” she says finally.

“Yeah.”

“Hunter…”

“What, princess?”

“I need to get strong.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like…” She plays with the hem of her t-shirt. “Mentally. And maybe physically too. I’m always afraid to stand up for myself. I need to learn how to fight back. And…”

“And?”

“And be more assertive. Like when my stupid boss attacked me. Or even last night. I should’ve kicked that guy in the nuts.”

“You were drunk. He shouldn’t have been taking advantage of you. It’s not your fault.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

She looks at me and the ghost of a smile touches her lips. “I must look so bad right now. Can I take a shower?”

“Can I watch?”

Her eyebrows shoot up at my request. I grin and pull the covers completely off her. Her sexy legs make my dick come alive, but I don’t give in to the temptation. Not yet. She gets out of bed and runs to the bathroom, giggling.

I reach the bathroom as she’s whipping off my hockey shirt and turning on the water. The lines of her body are perfect, her ass beautifully round and plump. I adjust myself as my dick twitches again.

“Get in,” I tell her.

She gives me an impish smile and darts into the shower. It’s huge, with limestone mosaic tiles in a herringbone pattern and gold metallic accents. Stevie turns on the rainfall shower and as soon as she steps under it, she’s completely drenched. Her face is tipped up, eyes closed. She runs her hands down her neck and chest, over her beautiful tits. Maybe this was a bad idea, because I think I’ll come in my pants before she even gets to the shampoo.

She turns around and reaches for the body wash first, pouring a generous amount onto the loofah I use. It’s such a turn on to have her in my personal space, using my stuff like they’re her own. She works up a lather and runs the loofah slowly all over her body. I lean against the bathroom counter as I watch, already painfully hard. She knows she’s giving me a show, and she’s loving every second of it.

She rubs the loofah over her tits. Lifting a leg onto the built-in bench inside the shower, she slowly runs it up and down her thigh. Her hands reach between her legs and she rubs herself there, throwing her head back.

Jesus Christ.

I’m going to die.