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I responded that I’d need one more day off, and then be good to come back.
Sliding it into my sweatshirt pocket, I climbed out of the truck and helped Axel haul the groceries inside. He grumbled at me that he could get it all, and I told him to get over it.
After a few trips, we settled into a calm rhythm while putting things away together. Some part of him brushed my ass pretty much every time I passed him, and my tits a few times too.
It was stupidly erotic, given that we were just putting things away.
I was horny, and needed to do something about it.
“I’m going to shower,” I told him, as he finished putting away the last bag of groceries. “Want to watch another movie afterward?”
“Sure.” He was still in the pantry, so I headed up the stairs without giving him time to change his mind or anything.
I swung the door shut, but a giant hand stopped it before it could close all the way.
Shit.
“We can shower together,” Axel told me, though he waited in the hallway like he expected me to shoot him down.
I didn’t know how to do that without clueing him in to what I had planned to do in said shower, or making him think I was mad at him or something. So, I nodded.
He stepped inside, and I turned on the water so it could start heating while I stripped.
Wrestling his sweatshirt over my head was a pain in the ass, and I let out a huff of relief when I finally got it off. My tank followed, and then my bra.
Axel’s chest was rumbling when my hands landed on the waistband of the sweats I had on. My shorts were still on beneath them too, so I was pretty sure I’d feel like a whole new person when I wasn’t wearing them anymore.
I glanced over at him, finding him already stripped down to his damn socks.
His erection was huge.
And his fists were clenched.
“What?” I looked up at his face, though it took major effort. “Why do you look like you’re considering starting a fist fight with me?”
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he told me, through a clenched jaw. “And I can’t touch you.”
Oh.
Well, yeah.
There was that.
“Your mating process is torture,” he growled.
“Hey, I wasn’t the one who came up with it.” I pushed the sweats down, stepping out of the puddle of material before unbuttoning my shorts and stepping out of them.
Axel’s eyes were then glued to the cheeky, red lace panties. “Those are new.”
I made a face. “Iris and I have very different taste in underwear.”
“What would you choose?”
“Black, probably. Not lace. I’ve always preferred thongs.”
“We’ll add underwear to the list.”
I peeled my panties off, then my socks, and then opened the clear glass door of the shower and stepped inside.
