I drop my purse, kick off my shoes and step forward to take Ethan's hand.
"Sure."
I'm in need of a shower anyway.
He pulls me into the bathroom. It's bigger than mine, with a separate shower stall and bathtub. For a moment, my eyes wander to the tub as my imagination gives birth to a new fantasy - a bubble bath with Ethan. That bursts as Ethan lets go of my hand and starts to take off his shirt.
Forget about fantasy. This right here is a dream come true.
A part of me wants to stand still and watch Ethan strip, to enjoy the show, but a greater part wants to feel him instead of just look at him. And I can't do that if my clothes are still on.
I push the straps of my denim jumper off my shoulders and push the dress down to my knees. After I step out of it, I look at Ethan and realize that he's down to his black boxers. He pulls them off, and when he straightens up, I see his thick cock. It's not yet hard but it's already massive. I swallow.
Ethan puts his hand on his hip. "Like what you see?"
"I..."
Again, I'm at a loss for words. Ethan chuckles, then crosses his arms over his smooth chest.
"Go on. I'll wait for you."
I close my mouth and grab the hem of my pink turtleneck. I try to keep my embarrassment at bay as I peel it off.
Strange. Taking my clothes off seems more uncomfortable than having Ethan undress me, which he's done each time we've had sex. Even more so because I can feel Ethan staring at me intently, watching my every move and relishing every inch of skin I reveal. My heart pounds in my chest. My cheeks catch fire and the heat spreads through my veins.
I take my bra off next. This one has its clasp in front, so my breasts spring free as soon as I release it. I feel Ethan's eyes on them as I let the straps fall off my shoulders and even when I bend over to take off my underwear.
After I step out of that last bit of clothing, I straighten up to find Ethan's gaze traveling over me from head to toe. It lingers on the triangle between my legs. I start to feel self-conscious, so I stretch my arms down to cover that area. Ethan chuckles.
"Still shy, I see."
He pulls my arm and I crash against him. My hands land on his chest. I trace his nipples and those toned muscles as we kiss. His hands wander down my back and squeeze my ass. Then they travel back up my spine, all the way to the nape of my neck and my scalp. His fingers find the garter holding my hair captive and pull it away. The strands fall over my shoulders.
Ethan runs his fingers through my hair as his tongue caresses mine. I wrap my arms around him so I can feel his body closer against mine. My swollen breasts collide with his hard chest. Something equally hard pokes my stomach.
I try to wrap my fingers around it but Ethan grabs my wrist.
"Shower, remember?"
He leads me inside the stall and turns on the water. After adjusting the temperature, he pulls me right under the showerhead. He grips my shoulders as he captures my lips. Then he turns me around and starts to wash my hair.
"Have you always had your hair long?" he asks.
"No," I answer. "I had long hair as a child because my mom loved to style it, but then she started working and didn't have time to do that so she had my hair cut. I only started wearing it long again in high school."
"I see."
Ethan gathers my wet hair in his hands and combs it with his fingers.
I've suspected this for a while, but now I know it for sure - Ethan likes my hair. The question is: Does he like the rest of me enough to want to have a relationship with me?
"Do you normally shower with women?" I ask him.
It's a risky question, I know. Ethan could find me nosy and be annoyed. But I have to start gathering my courage. Maybe if he gives me just a little more hope, it will be easier for me to summon enough later on.
"No," he answers, and my heart does a little leap. "Consider this your reward for helping me forget my troubles