As I did, he shuddered.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “That’s really hot. And not in a good way.”
Grinning, I finished up and started soaping up his back even though it was likely the cleanest he’d ever had it.
Once I was done, I moved onto his legs and his butt.
Only when I was done with the back did I move to the front.
But I didn’t make him turn around.
Instead, I pressed my front against his back and did it by touch only.
I studiously avoided his hard cock, though.
I seriously was going to hate myself in the morning if I didn’t ignore it.
In the end, though, I didn’t even get the choice.
Sadly, the water eventually ran out of heat, but neither one of us seemed to notice.
Oh, and I was definitely really, really late going to bed.
Tomorrow I was going to regret it.
Tonight, though? Not one single regret.
***
The next morning I woke up with a very excited man between my legs, grinding his erection against me, and my alarm blaring.
I blinked one eye open and stared at the man that was hovering above me.
“What time is it?” I mumbled, voice husky and wondering how many times I’d pressed snooze.
“Four fifty-five in the morning,” he said. “You have a half an hour before you need to leave.”
A half an hour.
That meant that I’d been pressing snooze for over twenty minutes.
Dammit.
“Shit,” I said as I tried to push him off of me. “We need to go.”
He pressed his weight more deeply into me, pinning me to the bed.
“You’re not late,” he said.
No, I wasn’t.
But that was because I set my alarm thirty minutes earlier than I needed to because I knew that I’d press snooze at least three times.
Since it was now twenty-five minutes after my alarm had first been set to go off, it meant that I’d already snoozed three times.
The max amount that I was able to press snooze and still make it to work on time.
I hooked my leg around the back of Nathan’s thigh, then used my upper body to reverse our positions until I was on top of him instead.
“I have to get to work,” I repeated, looking at Nathan with a small grin
Nathan’s hands traveled up the length of my spine, his mouth dropping kisses onto the collarbone of my neck.
“I don’t want you to go,” he grumbled, his head of hair in disarray from sleep.
I moved so I could sink my hands into the long locks of his hair.
I’d always loved Nathan’s hair.
“I really do have to go to work,” I admitted. “And, bonus points, I now get to visit with my favorite guy.”
Nathan’s lips twitched as he stared up at me with amusement covering his features.
“There are times that I forget that he’s alive,” he admitted. “Like, until right then when you said that, I didn’t remember. Now I feel like an asshole for forgetting him.”
I lightly scratched Nathan’s head and ran my fingers through the finest head of hair I’d ever seen. Women would’ve killed for hair like this.
“You’ve known about him for all of three days,” I said. “It’s not like you’re expected to just jump right on board with this. You’re allowed a few days to adjust.”
He closed his eyes and a sound close to a purr came out of his mouth when he arched his neck, indicating that he liked what I was doing to his hair.
“I used to dream about you putting your hands in my hair,” he said.
When he opened his eyes next, he almost looked guilty for what he’d admitted.
That’s when I kissed him.
Stinky breath. Having to pee so bad that I could barely hold it. Needed to get out of bed five minutes ago.
All of those things didn’t matter, not one single bit. Not when the man that I loved was telling me things that I’d longed to hear forever.
“Yeah?” I asked, pulling back. “Well I’ve always wanted to sink my fingers into it.”
To emphasize that point, I sifted my fingers through his long locks and ran my nose along the bridge of his nose, wondering if he’d care if I just stayed exactly like this for the rest of my life.
He probably would.
“You need to go,” he murmured into my mouth.
I did.
I sighed and fell over, allowing my body to hit the bed with a solid bump before I kept on rolling.
I was seconds away from getting off the bed completely when he said, “I don’t want you to go.”
I looked at him over my shoulder, loving the look in his eyes.
“I don’t want to go, Nathan,” I admitted.
With that, I got up and made my way to the bathroom, taking care of my pressing bladder needs.
I was just reaching for the toilet paper when he pushed through the partially closed bathroom door and looked right at me.
I blinked as we made eye contact.
“Umm.” I paused, unsure what I should do. “I’m going to the bathroom.”
“I know,” he said. “I’m waiting my turn.”
“There’s a bathroom down the hall,” I said, feeling heat rise in my face.
“I know,” he said. “But it doesn’t have any toilet paper.”
I felt my face get even hotter. “Umm,” I said. “You can take some from in here.”
“Or I can just wait in here until you get done,” he pointed out, gesturing to the roll of toilet paper that I was still in the process of reaching for.
I looked away and finished, wiping myself clean and standing up, pulling my underwear up so fast that I gave myself a wedgie.
I’d be damned if I was going to pick it out, though.
Turning around, I flushed the toilet and headed to the sink where I washed my hands and started brushing my teeth.
That’s when I realized that Nathan hadn’t waited for me to get out before he started to do his business.
I squeaked and rushed out of the room, taking my foaming mouth and toothbrush with me to the kitchen sink.
Finishing up, I spit in the sink before rinsing my toothbrush out and turning on my coffee
