Maybe I’m his second best. He’s definitely mine.
But second best has never felt so good.
I wondered what Sean was doing.
He probably had a meeting run late or else something urgent came up at work.
I was going to be very disappointed if the front desk called up to tell me he wasn’t going to be able to make it after all.
I’d been waiting for two weeks for tonight. I didn’t want to miss out.
When I felt an unexpected blast of cool air, I turned to see what caused it. I squealed loudly when I saw a man getting into the shower with me. I raised my hands instinctively to beat him off.
You understand I wasn’t thinking through any of this. All I’d processed was the sudden appearance of a man where I hadn’t been expecting one.
“Hey,” Sean said, laughing as he grabbed at my flailing wrists. He was as naked as I was. “I expected a warmer welcome than this.”
I relaxed immediately, flushing with embarrassment and the aftermath of my shock. “You scared the crap out of me!”
He was still laughing. “I can see that. Who did you think was getting into the shower with you?”
“I don’t know. I thought you were running late.”
He moved so he was completely under the shower spray, the water soaking his short brown hair and streaming down his high cheekbones, strong chin, and sexy mouth. “I was. But I rushed over so you wouldn’t start without me.”
I didn’t finish the stilted question because he’d pulled me into a kiss.
I had no objections to kissing him. In fact, it was one of my favorite activities. No one kissed like Sean Doyle did—with those clever lips, agile tongue, and dedicated skill. But I’d put my hair into the bun on purpose, and I didn’t want him to pull my head under the water, so I backed away, saving my hair from getting soaked like his.
He frowned when I broke the kiss and reached for me again. “Why are you all standoffish?”
“I’m not.” I giggled as I evaded his hands. “I just don’t want my hair to get wet.”
I stared at him through the steam-thickened air. “Why not? Do you have any idea what it’s like to go around with wet hair as long as mine? It takes forever to dry and it gets everything wet.”
He frowned and stepped forward, pushing me back against the shower wall. “Fine. If you insist on focusing on practicalities, how’s this then?” He kissed me again, and this time I didn’t have any desire to pull away. My head was safely away from the fall of water.
“Not bad,” I murmured against his lips.
“Not bad? That’s all you can say after two weeks without kissing me?”
“What did you expect me to say? That your kiss is the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced in the universe.”
He nuzzled the side of my face, his tongue darting out to taste my skin in little, unexpected licks, each one causing a quick jolt of pleasure. “That wouldn’t be a bad start.”
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