“Yes, thanks. And the shower was great until I tried to turn the tap off. I used your soap. I hope you don’t mind.” She brings her arm to her nose. “I smell like you now. I mean not that I know what you smell like. Oh, and you’re not going to believe this.” She gives a nervous laugh and rolls her eyes. “I didn’t even bring any clean clothes with me. I think all that music and the partying distracted me.”
Walk away dude.
“It’s okay, you can borrow something of mine.”
Don’t go down that road, Jaxon. Seeing her in your clothes will be a total mind fuck.
“Oh, are you sure you don’t mind?” she asks and pushes a wet strand of hair from her face.
“No,” I say and take a small step toward her, until our bodies are almost touching again. Her breathing changes, becomes faster. “They’ll be a little big on you.”
She gives a breathy laugh. “I can’t believe I forgot clean clothes.”
“I probably would have forgotten too. Been a bit distracted myself.”
“The music?”
“No.”
“What then?”
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Once I start down this road, there will be no turning back, but fuck, I can’t seem to help myself around her. “You,” I say, and run a wet strand of hair between my fingers. “I’m distracted by you, Rachel.”
“Oh,” she says breathlessly, her towel slipping a bit. She grabs it, holds the knot in her hand, and I cup her cheek.
“When I saw you come home, moving around inside your bedroom, all I could think about was tasting you, feeling you beneath me.” I give her a nudge and she starts walking backward as I guide her out of the bathroom and into my room. “I spend way too much time at that window waiting to get a glimpse.”
“Oh,” she says again, and wets her bottom lip likes she preparing it for my mouth.
Bodies in sync, like we’ve been doing this dance for years, she matches my steps, until we’re in my bedroom.
“To be honest, I’ve been distracted by you for a long time. I’ve wanted you since you first moved in and I saw you moving around your room.”
She glances around, her gaze lingering on my window—the one that looks directly into her room—then she looks at my bed.
“Since we’re being honest, I…uh…don’t think it was just the music that distracted me, Jaxon.”
“No?”
“No, I think it had more to do with you coming to your window shirtless. You can’t keep walking around like that. It’s turning my roommates into dim-witted moths.”
I chuckle, and give a little tug on her wet hair until her mouth is open. I put my lips close to her ear, breathe her in. “And you, Rachel. What’s it doing to you?”
“Dim-witted moth,” she says, and when I laugh against her ear, she quivers against me.
“So, this distraction. What do you think we should do about it?” I ask.
“Well, I think there is only one thing we can do. Otherwise we’re going to be doing stupid things, like forgetting our clothes.”
“Or hanging out at our window all day.”
“Exactly.”
“So one thing, huh?” I nudge her, until her knees hit the edge of my bed. “Like sleep together?”
“Yeah, like a no-strings, one-night affair to help get our heads on straight.”
“That’s very logical thinking.”
“I am going to be a lawyer, you know.” She taps her head. “Logic is a necessary skill.”
Jesus Christ, there is nothing logical in what we were doing, and we both damn well know it. But that isn’t stopping either of us, obviously. And honest to fuck, if she wants me to stop, I will, but it’s going to have to be soon, before we go too far down this road.
“As a mechanic, I’m a problem solver, too.” I hold my hands up to show her. “But I’m a tactile kind of guy, and have more skill with my hands.”
“Oh, God,” she squeaks out as her gaze goes to my hands.
“I want to fuck you, Rachel.” She gasps at my blunt words, but the fire in her eyes tells me she likes it. “If you don’t want that, you need to stop me right now.”
“I…I want that, Jaxon.”
I walk to my window, close the curtains, then reach for my belt as I go back to her. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want tonight. I want you to fuck me.”
Fuck, yes.
I remove her hands from the knot on her towel, and she gives a little gasp when the cotton slides down her body. I step back, my heart crashing as I take my time to look at her, too much time apparently, because she starts to fold her hands over her chest.
“Don’t,” I say, my gaze going back to her face as my cock presses against my zipper. “You’re beautiful. So goddamn beautiful, Rachel.”
She takes a deep breath, and when her eyes drop, I reach over my shoulders and tug my shirt off. Her eyes dim with desire, and I’m man enough to admit I like the way she looks at me.
“So are you,” she whispers and puts one hand on my chest. Her skin is so soft against my body, her touch light as she explores me and it’s all I can do not to lose my shit.
I remove her hand, and put both of them around her back and hold them there as I step into her. I dip my head and her breath is warm on my face as she looks up at me.
“This mouth,” I say, and close my lips over hers. Her sweet taste explodes on my tongue and a growl I have little control over climbs out of my throat. She moans, sags against me, and
