Harlow glanced at the house then down at her hands and sighed. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. She won’t handle it well if she sees you’re here with me.”
I reached over and grabbed her chin so she would have to look me in the eyes. “I don’t care what she does or says. I won’t let her hurt you. And I’m not going to let her control this.”
“But you were just in her bed a week ago,” she said. The pain in her eyes as she reminded not only me but herself made me hate myself.
“I was drunk and stupid. It didn’t mean anything. With you, it always means something.”
Harlow gave me a small smile and opened the door to my truck. “I guess this is going to get back to her eventually. We might as well not hide anything,” she said and stepped down.
I didn’t wait for her to change her mind. I grabbed my bag and hers and got out of the truck.
She glanced back at me as she climbed the steps and I enjoyed the view of her ass in those tight jeans.
“Are you gonna sleep in your boxers?” she asked.
I hadn’t thought of that. I shrugged. “Yeah, probably.”
She smiled. “Good. I like the way you look in boxers,” she said, then finished walking up the stairs.
Yeah, I was smiling, but I was also thinking about what she was going to sleep in. Suddenly, sleep was the last thing on my mind.
Harlow opened the door and we walked inside. I could tell she was trying to be quiet, but honestly, I didn’t give a shit. Unless Nan came out screaming and ruined my chance to see Harlow in those cute little pajamas I’d seen her in the first day.
When we got to Harlow’s room she closed and locked the door, then glanced over at me. “I need to take a shower and get the travel off. I feel yucky.”
“I need one, too,” I replied, and opened the door leading into the bathroom for her. She paused and looked at the door, then me.
“Are we . . . are you going to . . .” she stopped and I fought to keep from laughing.
“Sweet girl, if your sexy ass is getting in a shower in the very next room, I’m getting in it, too. That’s a sight I don’t intend to miss.”
Harlow looked unsure, and I wondered what was wrong now.
“I . . . that seems so revealing and personal. I don’t know if I can do it.”
Would she always make me want to laugh? God, I hoped so. Even if she wasn’t so perfectly packaged, her being so damn adorable would be enough. “Baby, I’ve had you naked and spread out open for me on a bathroom counter with my head between your legs. It doesn’t get any more personal than that.”
She ducked her head and I heard a soft laugh. “Yeah, I guess you have a point.”
“Hell yeah, I have a point. Now get in there and get naked so I can help wash you,” I told her.
She stepped into the bathroom and I followed her. I didn’t even try to hide the fact I was watching her take off every damn stitch of her clothes. It was something that would never get old.
“Are you going to wash my back for me?” she asked with a teasing tone in her voice as she stepped out of her jeans.
I grinned and pulled my shirt off. “Sure, I’ll wash your back. But I’m also washing those nice big tits and that pu**y I’m such a fan of.”
She closed her eyes tightly. “I hate it when you call it that.”
Laughing, I let my jeans drop and went to turn the shower on. The prim and proper thing was part of her sexiness. Knowing I could get Miss Prim and Proper to do things like lick my come off her fingers was hot.
I turned back around to see her standing behind me, looking at my bare ass. She had her arms wrapped around her chest—as if that covered anything.
“It’s warm, come on.” I held out my hand and she stepped forward and slipped hers in mine, letting her br**sts free. They bounced and my c**k was at full attention.
“Harlow,” I said.
“Yes?”