So she hopped in, turned the water on, and shivered as the cool unexpected droplets crashed onto her skin. She wasn’t one to wait for the water to heat up. That took way too much time. She wanted the shower over with before he got back.
Within a few minutes she had shaved, nicked herself a little and wiped away the smudge of blood, and gotten out of the shower.
Wrapped up in her towel she stood before the fogged mirror and brushed out her long hair. Charles must have been back because she saw the light under the door flicker on, and the sun had begun to drop below the horizon. Pretty soon, evening would be upon them. It was after all a long day, and she was looking forward to going to bed. But before that, she would have to meet his parents, which she was extremely nervous about. What if they didn’t like her?
She shook her head in an effort to clear her thoughts. “Don’t freak out,” she whispered to herself.
A knock on the door alerted her to his presence. “Are you okay in there?”
“Yes, Babe, I’m fine,” she voiced, trying to convince him to stay out of the bathroom. He was overly protective and she wanted her time to get ready.
Unfortunately, he waltzed right in, aiming for the shower. Of course, he had every right to the bathroom. She just wasn’t used to sharing it with someone.
“I need to shower real quickly.” He proceeded to strip down, but then paused upon noticing her expression. “Are you uncomfortable with me in here?” His hand came up to brush through his hair, a habit he must’ve acquired at a young age.
She shook her head, lying to him since she knew it honestly wasn’t a huge deal. It was something she would have to get used to. “Go ahead,” she coaxed, staring wide-eyed as he finished stripping in front of her.
The scar on his chest stood out above all things, but his muscles were looking bulkier than normal. Perhaps he had worked out a little before returning. Whatever it was, it was turning her on just to look. Every muscle in his back was prominent, his triceps were defined, and his biceps bulged impressively.
Instead of walking to the shower, he walked towards her. She knew her doe-eyed expression was obvious but she didn’t care. He was oozing far too much masculinity to keep her eyes away.
Towering over her petite body, he placed a large hand on her shoulder. It was bare and tingled at his touch. His creamy skin against her dark exotic tone made for a sizzling combination. This was something she herself found pleasure in.
Gazing up at him, she parted her lips invitingly. She wanted him to kiss her, to feel his hard body against her, and to ignite the passionate tension they both felt. To resist was inevitable.
His face lowered towards her, construing in a manner that betrayed raw desire. His lips softly embraced hers while his hands rose searchingly. When they touched the towel wrapped about her, he groaned deep in his throat. It was definitely in the way and he wanted nothing to do with it.
She let her arms loose. The towel dropped to the floor exposing her to the steamy warm air. She stood naked, so close to his body that the electricity from her skin seemed to dance onto him.
She could feel the magnetic pull towards him, the electricity of their skin colliding together. When she was about to hug him, he backed away. It was rather evident just by looking southward, that he was extremely horny.
“Not now,” he said while taking a deep breath. “Later tonight we can mess around all we want,” he promised, then kissed her one last time before jumping in the shower.
She stood still for a second, letting the tension release from her body. How he could work her up so easily into a heightened sexual state was beyond explanation. And as she reluctantly relaxed, she took a deep disappointed breath.
*
Charles’ mother sat across from her, eyes narrowed and her thin mouth pursed. She studied Amber like a hawk while the butler poured her glass of wine.
“Thank you,” she dismissed him elegantly, reaching out a soft white hand for the crystal goblet. It reflected the candlelight dinner rather exquisitely.
Soft waves echoed in the distance creating a serene peaceful atmosphere. Everything about this place was perfect, from the soft coo of birds in the distance, to the moonlight casting its soft glow upon the small company of people.
“So,” Mrs. Livingston spoke amidst shallow sips. “Amber is it?” She was already developing an obvious habit of tripping over her name. Whether it was purposeful or not, it was hard to tell.
She watched through icy blue eyes as Amber nodded, smiling a bit in high spirits. The night was young and many long hours were ahead. She could already tell that things weren’t going quite as she had hoped. From the scrutinizing looks Mrs. Livingston gave her, to the stiff shoulders of Mr. Livingston, Amber seemed at a loss for words that night.