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But then she rose up from the water. Staring straight at me, she stepped one foot, then the other, over the tub’s wall and onto the fluffy white bath mat next to it. The water glided down her body and dripped onto the floor. Goosebumps erupted all over her skin. Her round tits, perky from the cold, bounced with her movement. Her nipples stiffened into little peaks that had me salivating.
She was a fucking goddess. She was everything I ever wanted.
And she knew it, too, because the corner of her mouth lifted up into the smallest of smirks. Mia didn’t smirk. She smiled, she laughed, she grinned. She was open with her emotions, and the sweetest thing I’d ever come across. But smirk? No, she only ever did that when I was inside of her. And now my cock was screaming at me for release. She was toying with me, and I had to admit, I was proud of her. Because this sense of power was something she hadn’t had when we first met.
“Do you mind?” she asked, pointing to the towels on the shelf. She could have easily reached them herself, and she knew it. But I was suckered into her game now. She was in charge and that was fine by me.
I reached out and grabbed one of the white towels, unfolding it and stepping up to her. Right into her space. I didn’t miss the way her breath hitched, despite the confidence in her eyes. I wrapped it around her back, closing it around her shoulders as slowly as I physically could.
But then I decided that wasn’t enough.
I dragged it over her shoulders and back, drying her off, and then moved my hands around to her front, letting them slide across the towel over her curves.
“Wh—what are you doing?”
I slid my hand down the curve of her stomach, pulled the towel in closer to dry her hips. “Helping you dry off.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
I knelt down to the floor and looked up at her. “I know.”
Pulling the towel off her back, I used it to dry up and down one leg, then the other. My face was aligned with what I wanted most. Her sweet pussy was just inches away. But even an idiot like me knew this was not the time, nor the place. We might be teasing each other, but we had things to discuss before, and if, we ever went there again.
I used the towel to dry and massage the curves of her ass, then brought it around to carefully pat it over the front of her. I could smell the bath product she used, something sweet and warm. But it couldn’t fully cover the scent of her arousal. And that had what little blood I had left in my head spilling out of it and shooting straight down to my dick.
This was dangerous.
I stood up, wrapping the towel around her once more, and rubbing my hands down her arms.
She looked up at me through her long eyelashes. “Thank you.” It was barely a whisper.
I could only nod. She lifted her face up, just the smallest bit, her lips calling to me. I tilted my face down, moving closer. Just a tiny bit closer.
But then the music from her phone—which I had barely registered as something soft and slow—had switched to some kind of lo-fi beat that broke the spell of the moment. She turned her head away and I backed up a step.
“I came here to talk. I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance to explain before.”
Mia shrugged. “It’s okay. I understand.”
I shook my head, my jaw set. “No, it’s not okay. I was an asshole, and I’m sorry.”
She turned back to me, her eyes finding mine, something settling deep in my soul. We didn’t speak, for minutes we just stared at each other, as if we were communicating without words. The smallest of smiles graced her lips and she reached her hand out to take my hand, giving it a soft squeeze.
“Let me get dressed and then we’ll talk.”
Without another word, she dropped my hand and walked past me and out the door. And I knew then, whatever happened between us, I’d never in my life, get over Mia Gallo.
seven
My heart was racingas I quickly pulled a pair of leggings and a soft sweatshirt from my bag. The way Drew spoke to me earlier was nothing like the way he dried me off in that bathroom just now. He’d been so angry and hurt. And he hurt me by his harsh words and callous tone. But I understood why and I didn’t blame him.
And after being so close to him, after feeling that chemistry between us again, I had hope. Maybe there was a chance at forgiveness after all.
For both of us.
I dressed quickly and ran a brush through my hair. When I walked out of the bedroom, I found the upstairs empty, so I walked down and found him sitting on the edge of the couch, his head down and arms resting on his thighs. His tall, muscular frame on that small sofa took my breath away.
Tamp down the hormones, Mia.
