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A cool spring breeze drifted through the window, making her shiver and haul the covers back into place. Foiled by Mother Nature.
Served him right. If he’d caught sight of her nipples, he would’ve had to suck them. Nibble them. And he needed to let her sleep. Give her another hour. Two, if he could stand it. The only way he’d manage that feat would be to remove himself from temptation. That, and a cold shower.
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be back for you in a while, babe.”
She mumbled something incoherent against the pillow. Most of it, anyway. The “Sam” at the end was clear as day. And the sound of his name in her soft, sleepy voice… Yeah, he could get used to that.
He made his way down the short hall, past a couple of open doors to the bathroom at the end. Like most storey-and-a-half houses, the ceiling sloped on one wall. Not the shower side, thankfully. He leaned in and started the water. His hand under the frigid spray made the idea of a cold shower much less appealing. Yeah, his dick could go down on its own while he waited for the water to warm up.
He’d been in here a few times over the course of the night, but as with Leigh’s bedroom, hadn’t taken the time to check it out. Glossy white subway tiles covered the straight walls, while the ceiling and slanted areas were painted a soft, bluish-green. That’s where the plain and normal ended. Many of the tiles had been decorated, though there didn’t appear to be a pattern or obvious theme.
At first glance it was jarring, but then it wasn’t. Each of the decorated rectangles held a hand-painted scene. Fish, mermaids, butterflies, fairies. The pictures weren’t random at all—he was standing inside the artist’s imagination. A closer inspection revealed a tiny “LI” buried within each image. Lennox Irwin. Had to be.
Light tapping snapped him from his awestruck state. He turned off the water, apologizing as he opened the bathroom door. “Sorry if I woke you.” His eyes dropped to Leigh’s beautiful, buck-fucking-naked body. “On second thought, scratch that.”
“You did wake me up, but not in the way you meant.” Pink spread across the tops of her cheeks. “I was dreaming about you.”
Boom. His cock was on the rise again. “Do tell.”
“Actually, it involved a shower.” She glanced at the small space behind him. “But I’m not sure we’d both fit in mine.”
“One way to find out.”
Giggling, she deked backward to avoid his reach. “I can’t. I need to be at the store in less than an hour.”
“All the more reason to shower with me. With both of us washing you, it should take half the time.”
The cute giggle he couldn’t get enough of grew into a full-blown laugh.
Yeah, he couldn’t get enough of that sound either. “No sale, huh?”
“Sadly, no. I’ll take a raincheck, though.” Her blush deepened to a rosy red. “I mean, I would, if you wanted. Not that I expect that. Last night was great. Amazing, at least for me. But I know that doesn’t mean we’re doing it again. Or doing anything. Oh, shit.” She clapped a hand over her eyes, then peeked at him through a tiny crack between her fingers. With her free hand, she snatched a silky bathrobe from a hook on the door and backed away from the door. “I was never here.” From in the hall, she called, “Take your time in the shower, I’ll see you, um…”
The next thing he heard was her feet on the stairs. He followed, but by the time he reached the top of the staircase, her hand was on the bottom banister as she began to round the turn.
“Leigh.”
She looked up at him—and looked him up and down, her eyes settling on his not-going-anywhere hard-on. “Yes?” The single word came out higher-pitched than her normal speaking voice.
“I want that raincheck.”
“Then you’ve got it,” she said.
Man, that slow, spreading smile. Perfection. “I’ll be down in a few.”
“I’ll make breakfast. A reward for all your hard work last night.”
“That wasn’t work, babe. That was one hundred percent pleasure.Mypleasure.”
She slipped out of sight. A wise move, since he was about two seconds from charging down the stairs and dragging her back to bed. Fuck the shower. Fuck their jobs and responsibilities. Just an entire day with Leigh under him, over him, and any number of combinations to that effect.
He returned to the bathroom and cranked the faucet to the right. “Holy goddamn…” Nowthatwas cold freaking water. Hundreds of icy drops needled his skin as he cleaned up at high-speed. He rinsed as quickly as he’d lathered, ending the temperature torture. At least his dick had relented—somewhat.
He snapped the shower curtain back and scanned the tiny room. A lone towel hung on a hook by the pedestal sink. Lucky if that’d dry half a leg.
He shook off as much water as possible before heading off in search of something more significant. No linen closet in the hallway. He could call down to Leigh, but if she got within reach while he was still naked, all bets on good behavior would be off. So he’d explore until he found her towels. Shouldn’t take long in a house this size.
The first room obviously belonged to Lennox, so he moved along. If that was where Leigh stored her towels, he’d go without. He wasn’t about to wander into a ten-year-old girl’s bedroom in the raw, even if she was several hours away at a cottage.
