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“Showering after sex is sexy,” she announced.
Damn, no kidding. Watching Paula cheerfully rub citrusy body wash all over her skin virtually paralyzed him. She kept chattering, but he heard none of it until she handed him the bottle. “What do you usually do?” she said loudly above the noise of the shower.
“Do?”
“On Christmas Day.” She bit her lip, running her eyes up and down his body.
“Visit friends.” Washing himself while Paula was right there, with those incredible breasts staring at him, felt akin to jacking off. He turned to face the opposite way and said, “I was going over to Trey’s later.”
There was no response and he glanced over his shoulder. Paula was frozen in mid-scrub, her eyes huge. He saw her gulp.
“You…oh, lord, Bastian. You really do have a….” She shook her head and let out a laugh. “I see what they mean.”
Bastian hadn’t known it was possible for him to flush with embarrassment. It had all started years ago. He used to go climbing with his friend Mike, back before both their schedules got prohibitive. Once he’d come back from a trip to find Mike’s sister’s best friend, Juju, had social media’d his ass—literally—and dubbed the pic with an honorary title. Now his ass was literally a joke in this town. It was generally annoying.
But Paula’s impish expression as she reached out to trail her fingertips across his buttocks made him look at the whole thing in a new light.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” she said huskily. “Trey’s? We could do that.”
He turned back to face her. “Or not. We could stay here and open gifts again,” he said. He leaned in to thrust his tongue hungrily into her mouth. She teetered, and he rescued her slipping feet.
She met his tongue with hers and his senses exploded. Paula giving him everything back stole his mind.
He was vaguely aware of her scrubby falling to the tiles, acutely aware of her soap-slicked body pressing against his. He groaned.
In erotic agony he rubbed his cock against her. One thought pounded through him.In. He needed in that luscious pussy, between those soft thighs. He needed her where she was soft and hot and tight and welcoming….
Abruptly he felt small hands pushing at his chest.
“Shower bad idea,” she gasped. “Forgot—with you. Condom alert.”
“Oh, fuck.” He let her go too fast, then lunged forward to stabilize her stumbling feet.
“Let me just wash,” she started giggling hysterically. “You—you stay there on your side. Wait your turn.”
Breathing wildly, Bastian leaned against the far wall of the shower stall, water and suds dripping from him unheeded. He fisted his hands in confusion as he watched Paula finish her shower.
He could not understand this hunger. Paula was beautiful, maybe the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. No,certainlythe most beautiful. But what the hell was beauty?
He was as horny as the next man. Of course he’d enjoyed sexual chemistry with women before. It wasn’t like he didn’t have female friends.
But Paula wasn’t like any of them. The woman was altering him. And it was obviously mutual.
She was thrown, too. The way she rushed to dry off, wrapping herself in a voluminous red towel and wavingI'm going nowin that exaggerated way as she left him to it…it was proof that this wasn’t only him.
Except it wasn’t equal. She wanted Christmas Day. He couldn’t give a fuck about Christmas. He wantedher.
Placing himself under the stream of water, he closed his eyes and fisted his cock. It took less than half a minute to tip himself over. He had no other choice, not unless he wanted to keep attacking Paula every five minutes.
When he eventually exited the bathroom, he found her dressed. She likely believed her Rudolph sweater and snow-white jeans were not provocative. He thanked God for showers.
“Goofy clothes?” he guessed.
She nodded and held out her hand. “Give me your key. I’ll get you something fresh to wear.”
Twenty minutes later, they were back to discussing the plan, this time sitting at her kitchen table. The subject was food.
“Cookies I can do,” she was saying. “Do you like Christmas cookies? The frosted kind?”
