“I can see that. But I have to run an errand in the morning after chores, so I figured you’d want to talk now rather than wait around another day.”
I nodded rapidly, his reasoning making perfect sense … except for the fact that I was naked in the shower and it was the middle of the night. “Okay.” I hesitated, my hands still over my chest. “But no looking.”
“Fine. Even though I’ve already seen you completely naked and then some.”
I heard movement and backed into the water a little. The soap I’d put on the back of my neck was running down to travel between my butt cheeks. The slipping of the bubbles past my sensitive parts and Mack being on the other side of the curtain gave everything an erotic feel. Even my own hands on my breasts felt sexually charged.
I stepped forward and peeked out of the curtain. He was shirtless and bootless, wearing unbuttoned low-riding jeans and leaning against the counter. I swallowed hard, trying to focus on my response instead of his thick chest, six-pack abs, broad muscled shoulders, and adorable face. “What’s that supposed to mean … and then some?”
He shrugged, giving me a lazy, sexy smile. “And then some means you were naked, I was naked, and we were both doing things to each other’s naked bodies that leaves nothing more to the imagination. I know how you feel inside.” His lips curved up even more, and I swear I remembered in that moment what his tongue felt like between my legs.
I threw the curtain closed to hide my burning face, and covered my chest with my hands again. “Wow.” It was the best I could do. No other words would come to mind. My ears were ringing and my legs were feeling weak enough that I worried I might fall. I held onto the soap holder with one hand just to be sure I wouldn’t.
“I’m sorry … is that too forward for you?” he asked. He was obviously perfectly cool with everything, not showing any emotion other than slight amusement in his tone.
“Maybe,” I admitted. Definitely. Holy shit, how is he turning me into a virgin ninny-boob by just standing there in jeans and flirting a little? What is my damn problem? Is he really flirting?
“I don’t see why it should be too forward, since you claim we’re married. Married people do things like we did all the time.”
Now we were getting on more solid ground. Arguing I can do, especially when I have the evidence to back me up. “We are married, I’ll have you know, and yes, that’s true, married people do those things. But when we did those things we weren’t yet married, so technically it was never consummated. And right now, I’m engaged to be married to someone else so…” I wanted to finish that sentence with a threat, with a demand for propriety, but the words wouldn’t pass my lips. They would have been lies and I’d already told enough lies for one day.
“So … what? You’re engaged, so I should leave?”
“Yes,” I said, lifting my chin. It was easier when he said the words and I just had to agree. Chicken shit.
“And I shouldn’t get any closer to the shower, right?” His voice wasn’t coming from the sink area anymore. Without hearing his footsteps, I knew he was standing just on the other side of the curtain from me. My nipples ached with the knowledge that he was just an arm’s length away from touching me.
“No,” I said in a half-whisper. “You shouldn’t get any closer.”
“And I shouldn’t take my clothes off and get in there with you, I suppose.”
“Not under any circumstances,” I said, breathing heavily, proud that my words were finally serving me again, but ashamed to admit that I was hoping he’d ignore them. I was a bad person. Everything my mother’s boyfriend had predicted for me was coming true. Liar. Slut.
He didn’t respond. I waited several seconds for his next teasing comment, but it didn’t come.
“Mack? Are you still there?”
The curtain flew back, and I screamed in shock.
“Ahh! Oh my … holy shit!” I crossed my arms over my body in several different formations, doing everything I could to shield myself. “What are you doing, you maniac?!”
He was standing there in the middle of the bathroom completely naked, his cock like a missile pointing right at me.
He grinned big. “I’m getting in the shower with my alleged wife.” He stepped in next to me, crowding me into the heavy stream of water.
“You…!” The water was bubbling out of my mouth, making me sound like a crazy mermaid. I brushed it away while I tried to argue. “You can’t come in here! I’m naked!”
“Yes, you are,” he said, closing the curtain behind him. Then he turned to me and put a hand on my waist.