She passed one to Arabella, who stood just outside the shower, looking at
the fluffy pink bathmat that matched the towels. When she didn’t take it,
June wrapped it around her shoulders. She seemed to startle out of her
trance. She clasped the towel, winding it around her sensual curves, while
June wrapped one around herself.
“Was that too much? Was I too much?”
June couldn’t believe she’d possibly heard correctly. “What? What do
you mean, were you too much?”
“Was I too…I don’t know… Is this too much?”
June’s pulse skyrocketed. She wasn’t sure where Arabella was going with
that, and she didn’t like the sound of those doubts. Normal doubt was okay,
but the way Arabella was asking? The tone of her voice made June’s chest
hurt. She turned and grasped Arabella’s shoulders.
“What exactly are you asking me?”
Arabella blinked, but she made eye contact finally. It was impossible to
tell if the rosiness in her cheeks was from what they’d just done or if it was
something else. “It’s just that I thought I might be too…eager”
“Too eager?” June was amazed. “No! My God, I don’t think you can be
too eager. Not with me,” she said carefully. “Never with me. Is it something
I’m doing that you don’t like?”
“No!” Arabella shook her head quickly. “That’s not it at all. I love
everything you do. I just thought that I might be, I don’t know. Too wanton,
I guess.”
“Wanton?” June didn’t mean to laugh, but the sound came out anyway.
“No! I don’t think you can be too much of that either. I love the way your
body responds to mine. I love that you’re willing to try new things, but if
you’re shy, we can go more slowly. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rush you or
push you into doing anything-”
“It’s not that.” Arabella’s hand covered June’s on her shoulder. Her lips
arched into a warm, honest smile. “God, it’s definitely not that. I just