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He stepped closer and bent his knees, bringing his pelvis in line with her ass. No, no, no! The barest touch had her back arching, and she stuck her butt out. Chin to her chest, she shut her eyes. The bastard played dirty.
He kissed her shoulder. “I want you.” Another kiss landed at her nape. “You want me.” He moved to the other side and nibbled her ear. “Nothing else matters.”
She curled her fingers into her palms and sank toward the wall. He didn’t follow, so she turned around to face him. Panting, she couldn’t help her breasts rising and falling, and she had no energy to raise her hands to cover them. He stared as if mesmerized. Her stupid body responded to that alone. Looking at him made it worse, so she shut her eyes again, but she felt it when he neared. His lips touched hers. Don’t open your mouth, Alyssa.
She parted her lips, and he snaked his tongue inside. Somehow, she broke the kiss. “We’re not doing this.”
“We’re not?”
The rustle of clothing made her open her eyes. He undressed, and at the sight of his bare chest, she swore.
“Don’t even think about it!”
His pants hit the floor, followed by his boxers.
“Why the hell!” She raged while taking in the angle of his cock, all hard and jutting from his body. The thought of sucking it flitted through her mind, on the heels of it pumping deep inside her pussy. Both ideas seemed impossible to walk away from. “This isn’t fair. You need to give me space to make my own decision about whether to have sex with you, not seduce me into it. I thought it was important to you that I have no regrets.”
The jumbled words seemed to have an effect. He backed off a step, and she sighed in relief.
“You’re right. I apologize.” All the anger appeared to drain out of him, and he turned his back.
Her gaze lowered to his muscled ass. Even that was pretty. Did the man have any physical imperfections? She lit on a small scar at the back of his right calf. No satisfaction came from knowing it existed. When he walked away, she followed his movements with hunger eating at her core. He opened the shower door and stepped through it.
“I will not follow him,” she whispered to no one.
Even with steam rising, she saw through the glass door as Nathan raised his hands to his hair and let the water cascade over his form. He stood strong and erect, legs apart. His biceps flexed with his actions, and the gel he’d used bubbled on his taut skin, glided down his abs, and coated his muscular thighs. He turned around, facing her way, his eyes shut, and she was drawn not just to his body but him, the enigmatic man. She wanted to be near him, to hear him speak, to have him look at her and listen to her.
“You’re an idiot, Alyssa.” She stumbled toward him as if there were an invisible cord drawing her closer. He seemed to sense her and opened his eyes. For a moment, they stared at each other, and then he opened the door and stood aside. She joined him. He made no effort to touch her but waited for her to make the first move. “I’m not going to be your mistress.”
“Okay.”
She squeezed around him to get closer to the water and let its warmth ease some of her tension. After working gel into suds in her sponge, she began smoothing it over her body. Still Nathan didn’t touch her.
“This thing we’re doing.” She licked her lips. “It’s just this week. You can do what you want to do. We aren’t exclusive.”
What the hell was she thinking? She’d just broken it off with a guy because he wanted her and any woman who crossed his path, too. No, this wasn’t the same. Nathan wasn’t her boyfriend, and if she kept it straight in her head, she might never let her feelings for him grow to love. If he could sleep with whomever and she knew it, she could walk away with her heart intact. After all, they were from
two different worlds, and she’d never thought she had the kind of hang-ups she’d displayed in the last few days. That also made it easier. Good, it’s settled.
She held out the sponge to him. “Can you get my back?”
He took it and began stroking the ball over her skin. Tingles skidded along her spine despite the fact that he hadn’t touched her with his hands.
“Are you sure about this, Alyssa?” He sounded doubtful.
“Why not? Men…and women…do it all the time. No big deal. Like I said, we aren’t in a relationship, and this arrangement isn’t permanent. We’re having a little fun. Nothing wrong with it.”
“You said before you didn’t want an open relationship.”
Damn, had she said that? “Oh, well, we’re not together.”
Nathan dropped the sponge and spun her to face him. He drew her close and wrapped his fingers at her waist to raise her in his arms. Together they stood beneath the stream, and when he kissed her lips, she forgot all protests, everything except him and the way he felt, the way he smelled, and his taste. She breathed him in, her lids heavy from the drunkenness that he caused. Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest, and her breaths—when he let her drag in air—were noisy.
“Right now, there’s just you and me.” He kissed her again and turned off the water while still holding her. She protested when he stepped out of the shower and didn’t let her go.
“Nathan, put me down. We have to dry off.”
His hold loosened, and she slid down a few inches. The head of his cock pushed against her pussy entrance. She moaned.
