Officially Over It - Lani Lynn Vale Page 0,48

it as fast as he could, pulling me with him, except the shampoo bottles that’d fallen had left a layer of shampoo on the bottom of the shower. Which happened to be exactly where Nathan stepped.

One second we were standing, and the next we were going down.

Luckily Nathan had the decency to land on the bottom, not on top of me, or he would’ve straight up crushed me.

We hit hard, and I was staring in horror at him seconds later.

“Are you okay?” I asked, worried.

He scrunched up his nose and groaned, letting his head flop down onto the ground for a few seconds before the water that was pouring down around us became too hot.

“Yeah,” he groaned and sat up. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

It actually wasn’t that hot. It felt pretty good.

But Nathan was a little bitch after all.

“You’re such a little bitch,” I teased as I stood up.

His cock leaving my body felt like a piece of my soul had gone missing.

Still, we couldn’t stay there all night.

Unfortunately, I had to go to work the next morning and four o’clock came awfully early.

Once I got to my feet, I stood over him and washed my hair with the hot water.

He stayed where he was, his mouth tipped up, as the hot water turned his poor skin bright red.

“What are you looking at?” I asked as I lifted my arms.

“You,” he answered easily. “I can’t say it’s the most comfortable place in the world lying down here, getting water up my nose and in my eyes from the splashing. But you’re goddamn beautiful.”

I snorted.

I wasn’t beautiful.

I was a mess.

But still, I felt like a fucking supermodel all because Nathan was looking at me with sincere eyes.

“You need your eyes checked,” I said as I reached for the soap.

He stood up then, his abs working as he curled himself up off the bathroom floor, momentarily making me forget what we were talking about.

“Wash my back off,” he ordered as he turned around.

I pulled the showerhead off of the holder and aimed it at his back, using my hand to wipe the excess shampoo and conditioner off of his back.

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