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“You looked so serious for a minute. I’m sorry.” He tried to contain his smile.
“Do you mind if I shower before the pizza gets here?” With any luck, the hot water—or maybe she should use cold?—would relax her muscles and give her enough time to get a grip on her raging hormones.
“Not at all. There’s a shower through there, the door just to your left.” He pointed at the door as he spoke. “I’ll get you a towel, and something to wear if you don’t mind borrowing my clothes for a little while.”
“That would be nice.” The inner teenager he’d brought to life in her sighed as she thought about wearing his clothes, being able to smell him surrounding her.
Willow slowly began to rearrange herself, discovering she would be unable to continue to cover her body with the sheet when she stood. Seth was still sitting on the bed, and looked like he wasn’t in any rush to get up. If anything, she thought she saw a challenging gleam his eyes. She decided it didn’t matter if she walked the small distance naked. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen every inch of her body during their short time together. Hell, he’d seen so much more.
Releasing the material, she stretched before standing, and gathered her courage. When she was halfway across the room Willow looked over her shoulder. She saw Seth devouring her every movement. Nervousness flooded her and she tried to continue walking to the bathroom casually.
What does it matter if he’s watching me? Taking a deep breath, she reminded herself it wasn’t a big deal, that there was no reason to be nervous. He’d seen her do things no other man ever had. But for some reason it didn’t calm her down. Get it together. It’s not like you didn’t just spend the last day naked in his bed, doing sinfully wonderful things with him, she scolded herself.
Releasing the breath she hadn’t been aware she was holding, she closed the bathroom door behind her. Ignoring everything but the shower, she turned on the hot water and allowed it to warm while she relieved the sudden pressure on her bladder.
Looking around, she smiled. This was definitely the bathroom of a bachelor. Done in dark earth tones, it was neither cold nor sterile. Warm and inviting, it reflected Seth well. Standing, she completely resisted the urge to snoop and opened the opaque glass door, becoming enveloped by a spray of relaxing hot water. She let it run over her body, soothing the stiffness of her limbs for a few minutes. Using his shampoo, she washed her hair, hoping it wouldn’t be too horrible to brush since he didn’t seem to have any conditioner. Soap in hand, she was just about to wash her body when the bar was taken from her.
“Allow me.” Seth’s hungry gaze traveled the length of her.
Willow froze, surprised that she hadn’t heard him open the door, but dismissed it easily, telling herself it was only because her head had been under the water. After a brief pause, she presented him with her back, her hands holding her hair up and out of his way. It took an enormous amount of control not to moan and melt beneath his hands. Slick with soap, he made sure to cover every inch of her back, stroking her body, massaging her muscles slightly. As he washed her legs, Willo
w wanted to scream. She felt certain that if he continued much longer she would fall flat on her ass because her bones had once again turned into jelly.
“Turn around,” he commanded gently.
Willow obeyed instantly. He was kneeling beside her, uncaring of the water splashing onto his dark clothes, molding them tight to his body. With a gentle touch, he worked his way up one leg, then the other. Closing her eyes, she lost herself in his touch, but she was jerked back to reality when she flinched as he glided his soapy hand over the crease of one thigh. His eyes were apologetic as he looked up into her face.
“I’m alright,” she assured him. Please, please continue to wash me, she begged in her mind. This was probably the most sensual shower she had ever had. When this thing between them ended, she wanted to have as many memories as she could stored for future reference—for future fantasies. She knew she’d never again be able to step into the shower without remembering this fantasy that he had turned into a reality for her.
Willow mentally shook her head. Logic told her that she should be finished; her thoughts and body should be overloaded from sex. She had already experienced more with Seth—more pleasure, more passion, more ecstasy, more orgasms—than she had with any other lover from her past. He was much more generous than any other man she’d met. The amazing thing was, he’d given her so much, and she’d only known him for one day.
Seth paused for a moment then continued lathering her body. Skipping over her mound, instead he moved straight to the slight curve of her stomach.
She’d long ago forgotten how much time she’d spent lamenting about that section of her body. Of her seemingly constant wish that she had a flat stomach. She had tried everything she could think of short of surgery, but nothing seemed to work. Her body was determined to hold on to the little bit of extra weight. But here, at this moment, with his hands gliding over her skin almost reverently, she lost the wish. She couldn’t remember why it bothered her so much, why she saw it as such an imperfection. If this man, who oozed sex appeal from his every pore, didn’t seem to care, why should she? He didn’t seem to even notice the perceived flaw.
He continued moving up her body, skipping her breasts the way he had her mound, washing her neck, her arms, even her hands. He continued the gentle, erotic massage. Practically finished, he smiled up at her and lathered his hands generously.
Finally he began to wash her breasts, causing a moan to escape from her. He teased her nipples into becoming hard, tight buds for him. Slowly, making certain not even a single speck of dirt could have possibly escaped his notice, that no part of her breasts remained untouched, his hands moved lower.
Closing her eyes, Willow barely felt the hot spray still pouring down her back and neck as Seth ran one soapy finger across the folds of her sex. She only hoped that the small rivers running down her body masked exactly how wet she was for him at the moment. It was a little embarrassing the way her body reacted to his slightest touch. The way he seemed to make her want to moan and writhe, begging him to fill her. It was disconcerting that he had so much power over her body’s reaction to him.
He stroked his fingers over her clit, dismissing any doubts she had that he didn’t know precisely what he did to her. Cleaning her thoroughly, Seth made sure to continue his sensual attack on her. Standing, he ignored the water and suds splashing on him and removed the showerhead from its base. Positioning the spray between her legs, he focused it on her clit, letting the almost throbbing pulse of water bring her closer to orgasm. Backing against the wall so she wouldn’t hurt herself if her muscles did crumble beneath her, Willow spread her legs farther apart, screaming with pleasure when his fingers entered her, as the spray continued to work its magic. Within seconds she was gripping his shoulders, crying out as yet another orgasm shot through her body.
Looking down at her, he licked his lips and leaned in as though he wanted to do much more, as though he wanted to finish what they had begun. Unfortunately, just outside the shower, a phone began to ring.
“I’d better go answer that.” Regret filled his voice. “It should be the pizza.” Giving her one final, lingering glance, he removed his fingers from her body and replaced the showerhead before stepping out of the spraying water.
When he was gone, Willow cursed modern conveniences, wishing she had gone hungry instead of getting him to order pizza, because at least then he would still be in the shower with her.
With Seth gone, the shower no longer held any appeal for her. After his caresses, the water no longer felt as hot and relaxing; it was no longer soothing. Instead, it simply made her want to race through his apartment and drag him back in there to join her. As she turned the water off, Willow wondered if a shower would ever feel as good to her again—especially without him there to tease her. Opening the glass door, she saw a large, fluffy white towel hanging up, waiting for her. Beside it she saw a green tee shirt and nothing else.
Holding the towel, she almost dropped it when she gripped her stomach, willing it to behave for just a few more minutes when she caught a whiff of the pizza and breadsticks. It gave a loud protest while she dried herself as quickly as she could. Her sensitive body flinched when she pressed the soft towel against certain areas. When she was mostly dry, she grabbed the shirt and pulled it over her head. It ended at the top of her thighs, only barely covering her pussy and again, Willow had to remind herself not to feel embarrassed. The memory of his erotic washing, combined with her stomach’s growling, forced her to dismiss any possible awkwardness and begin working on her hair. Grunting through the tangles, she brushed her hair as fast as she could. When she was satisfied and decided she was presentable—that her long hair was as tame as it was going to get—she walked out of the bathroom.
In the bedroom she avoided looking at the rumpled bed as she allowed her nose to guide her to the food. Walking through the hallway, she was amazed by just how much she had missed, just how distracted she’d been when he carried her through his apartment the previous night.
Leaving the hallway, she was surprised to see the elevator opened directly into his home. She hadn’t believed his apartment was quite so generous. Of course, until now, I’ve only seen the hallway, his bedroom and master bath…
“Wow,” she said aloud, looking around at the beautiful furnishings as she passed. The main room, the one directly in front of the elevator, was so large it had been divided in half. To the left there was a large formal living room, filled with expensive furniture she wasn’t sure weren’t antiques.
