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I’m drawing my brows together trying to come up with a believable defense. I was ogling and he knows it.
“If you think any harder, your head’s gonna explode,” he says.
The sound of his deep voice echoing in the small space jolts me out of my trance. How is he acting so casual right now?
“Switch?” he asks.
I’m cold now, so I nod. He shoulders past me, and maybe I’m imagining things, but I could have sworn I saw him shiver when the surfaces of our skin slicked against each other.
I move to stand under the spray of the water, facing toward it. The heat feels amazing. You don’t realize how cold it is in the shower until you’re just standing there with no hot water falling on you. Before I turn around to rinse the conditioning mask out of my hair, I feel a hand swipe across the nape of my neck. Gently, he grips and turns me to face him.
“I don’t want you to hide from me,” he says while he drops his chin to look down at me. His hands move to my arms and gently bring them down to my side.
“Close your eyes,” he demands. On my best day, I’m still a stubborn woman. But for some reason, I stop overthinking and follow his bold order.
Involuntarily, my lids shut and he gently cradles the back of my head to tilt it back. When both of his palms move up to massage my scalp, I slip into a state of such bliss that a long sigh makes its way out of my parted lips. I don’t even flinch when I feel the brushes of his erection and the rest of his body up against mine. It’s erotic and unexpected. And I don’t hate it at all.
His touch is so slow and firm, relieving the severe tension I’ve been harboring in my head for so long.
Every last brain cell that I have is working overtime to suppress the moan stuck in my throat. It feels so good… until one of his hands leaves my scalp and his index finger runs down from the center of my forehead, between my eyes, and to the tip of my nose.
“The little wrinkle between your brows disappears when you’re like this.”
“Like what?” I whisper.
“Calm. Relaxed.”
His finger continues down, the tip of it leaving goosebumps on my skin in its wake. My entire chest inflates to capacity when he reaches the top of my collarbone. But he pauses and hooks a finger around my necklace, lifting it off my chest. He turns the charm on his finger.
“It was a gift from my parents. A prairie rose,” I say.
He nods and continues down, tracing the curve of my breast and lifting his index finger and replacing it with his thumb when he reaches my nipple.
We’re both breathing heavy and looking down, watching intently as the pad of his thumb glides over it. Back and forth.
We’re out of our minds and I don’t care. Not one single bit.
I take one step closer, trapping his hand between us so that it can no longer move. I’m just deranged enough to skim over the deliciously deep V shape of muscle between his abdomen and hip bone with my hand. His tongue runs across his bottom lip, and his top row of teeth bite down on the same spot a second later.
I almost slip and fall when a loud banging echoes around the bathroom. My hand flies back to my side, and Gage’s head whips toward the direction of the door.
“You’re gonna use all the hot water again!” The muffled voice yells.
I let out a gasp, and Gage steps toward me again with a finger to his mouth.
“Warren,” I squeak out.
He pushes my back up against the wall and brings his hand up to my mouth to cover it. I moan when his full body presses against my front, caging me in. My brother is shouting for Gage to get out of the shower and here I am moaning from the feel of his best friend’s naked body. My eyes close and I let out a breath through my nose as I realize how ridiculous this is.
“Be out in a sec,” Gage yells.
The door swings open. My eyes widen as far as they possibly can and our bodies go rigid against one another. I hear the toilet flush and instantly, the shower turns freezing cold. I wince and Gage turns his body to block me from the spray of the cold water.
“Serves you right, motherfucker!” Warren shouts and laughs on his way out.
His footsteps grow quieter the farther away he gets, and when there’s no sound at all, Gage removes his hand from my mouth.
He blows out a breath and shoves back the wet hair on his forehead.
