now, not to be rude again, but I've been on the road most of the day and would really benefit from a shower."
She gulped. “Okay."
He took her hand, leading her to the couch. "I'll leave you in control of the remote." He handed it to her, his hand lightly brushing hers.
She almost jumped at the contact, already thinking of him in the shower.
Shit, I really need to calm down Kimber thought. Or I’m going to find myself sneaking into the bathroom, and spying on him in the shower.
She turned the TV on, not really interested but wanting to do something rather than sit there and look at the walls, thinking of him naked in the shower.
She heard the shower start a few minutes later and turned the volume up on the TV.
She was almost squirming in her seat. The TV was so loud that she almost didn't hear his cell phone when it rang.
"Shit," she said, as the shower was still going.
What should she do? Let it ring, or call out to him, she wondered.
She breathed a sigh of relief as it stopped. She cursed under her breath as it rang again.
He came out of the shower then, wearing nothing but a towel. And damn if his chest didn't look better than she’d thought it would.
"I thought I heard my phone ring."
"Yeah," she said weakly, tearing her eyes away from his naked chest.
He looked down at himself and seemed to realize for the first time that he was half naked before her in his living room. "I guess I should get dressed, shouldn't I?"
He turned, but then the phone rang again. "I guess it must be important."
As he turned to reach for it from the desk where he'd plugged it into the wall charger, the towel slipped. She caught a glimpse of his butt, still slightly wet.
She swallowed, feeling her throat grow dry. She wanted a cigarette so bad she could taste it, though it had been a short lived habit for her, one she'd taken up for a while in college. She could see him talking quietly into the phone in the kitchen, holding the towel with one hand as it was now trying to fall off completely.
She found herself almost reaching for the cigarettes he'd left on the table; the tension was so thick in the air. She pulled her hand back when he returned to the living room.
He had re secured the towel, and said to her with a chuckle "You'd have thought the world was ending. It was my cousin. She'd heard some sort of ridiculous rumor that the song I'd written was for her favorite pop diva of the moment and couldn't wait to hear all about it."
"Oh." She wouldn’t look at him. Her face felt like it was on fire. She hadn't blushed this much since she'd been caught by her then stepfather making out with her boyfriend in her brothers' tree house at the age of fourteen. "Maybe I should go." She started to get up.
"Kimber. Hold on a minute. Let me get dressed and I'll take you to your car."
"No.” She grabbed her purse. "I can walk."
She had to get out of here or she was going to pull that towel off of him and force herself on him she thought.
"Damn. I screwed up coming out here like this didn't I?" He was apologetic, crossing his arms over his chest, as if she hadn't already seen enough to haunt her dreams for nights to come. "I thought. . . With the phone ringing like that that it might be something important. My parents or something with my cousin. She has diabetes and there's always the worry that you know. . . Shit."
She found herself wanting to comfort him, he looked so upset. But she knew where that would lead. If she so much as touched him, there'd be no going back. Especially if he wanted her a fraction as much as she wanted him.
"It's not you Luke." She looked at her shoes, wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans. "It's me."
"Damn.” He started to reach a hand towards her, then stopped seeing the look on her face. "Kimber." She found herself dropping weakly back onto the couch.
She reached out a hand, softly brushing it over his face. Then she was kissing him. His eyes drifted closed as her mouth
She gulped. “Okay."
He took her hand, leading her to the couch. "I'll leave you in control of the remote." He handed it to her, his hand lightly brushing hers.
She almost jumped at the contact, already thinking of him in the shower.
Shit, I really need to calm down Kimber thought. Or I’m going to find myself sneaking into the bathroom, and spying on him in the shower.
She turned the TV on, not really interested but wanting to do something rather than sit there and look at the walls, thinking of him naked in the shower.
She heard the shower start a few minutes later and turned the volume up on the TV.
She was almost squirming in her seat. The TV was so loud that she almost didn't hear his cell phone when it rang.
"Shit," she said, as the shower was still going.
What should she do? Let it ring, or call out to him, she wondered.
She breathed a sigh of relief as it stopped. She cursed under her breath as it rang again.
He came out of the shower then, wearing nothing but a towel. And damn if his chest didn't look better than she’d thought it would.
"I thought I heard my phone ring."
"Yeah," she said weakly, tearing her eyes away from his naked chest.
He looked down at himself and seemed to realize for the first time that he was half naked before her in his living room. "I guess I should get dressed, shouldn't I?"
He turned, but then the phone rang again. "I guess it must be important."
As he turned to reach for it from the desk where he'd plugged it into the wall charger, the towel slipped. She caught a glimpse of his butt, still slightly wet.
She swallowed, feeling her throat grow dry. She wanted a cigarette so bad she could taste it, though it had been a short lived habit for her, one she'd taken up for a while in college. She could see him talking quietly into the phone in the kitchen, holding the towel with one hand as it was now trying to fall off completely.
She found herself almost reaching for the cigarettes he'd left on the table; the tension was so thick in the air. She pulled her hand back when he returned to the living room.
He had re secured the towel, and said to her with a chuckle "You'd have thought the world was ending. It was my cousin. She'd heard some sort of ridiculous rumor that the song I'd written was for her favorite pop diva of the moment and couldn't wait to hear all about it."
"Oh." She wouldn’t look at him. Her face felt like it was on fire. She hadn't blushed this much since she'd been caught by her then stepfather making out with her boyfriend in her brothers' tree house at the age of fourteen. "Maybe I should go." She started to get up.
"Kimber. Hold on a minute. Let me get dressed and I'll take you to your car."
"No.” She grabbed her purse. "I can walk."
She had to get out of here or she was going to pull that towel off of him and force herself on him she thought.
"Damn. I screwed up coming out here like this didn't I?" He was apologetic, crossing his arms over his chest, as if she hadn't already seen enough to haunt her dreams for nights to come. "I thought. . . With the phone ringing like that that it might be something important. My parents or something with my cousin. She has diabetes and there's always the worry that you know. . . Shit."
She found herself wanting to comfort him, he looked so upset. But she knew where that would lead. If she so much as touched him, there'd be no going back. Especially if he wanted her a fraction as much as she wanted him.
"It's not you Luke." She looked at her shoes, wiping her sweaty palms on her jeans. "It's me."
"Damn.” He started to reach a hand towards her, then stopped seeing the look on her face. "Kimber." She found herself dropping weakly back onto the couch.
She reached out a hand, softly brushing it over his face. Then she was kissing him. His eyes drifted closed as her mouth
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