then she was going to call his bluff.
Sometime you know something is a bad idea. Everyone tells you it’s a bad idea, but you insist on being stubborn--like that time she’d worn the floral dress with the giant bow on her ass to the Grammys. Then in the aftermath, you wished like hell you had listened to someone, anyone.
Jolene had a feeling having sex with Chance was going to be one of those times.
Yet she was still going to do it.
“Yes,” she said. “I do. I need someone to wash my back and it might as well be you.”
Chance raised his eyebrows. “Are you serious?” He sounded turned on. Intrigued. And maybe a tiny bit nervous.
She liked to think that she rattled him. She grinned. “Yes. I’m very serious. We’re here to explore all the facets of our relationship, right? Besides, if TMZ is going to run that we’re knocking boots, I at the very least want it to be true.”
Chance was still in his underwear and she could see that he had a nice thick erection. Ready for her. “Fair enough,” he said. “I’m going to go get my pants and my guitar. I’ll meet you in the shower in five minutes.”
“Okay then.” Instantly her heart started to race and her hoohah heated up. They were doing this. Damn the consequences.
Chance pulled a pair of shorts out of his suitcase and stepped into them. Jolene unzipped her own bag, searching out shampoo and body wash. Sexy times or not, her hair needed to be dealt with. Dolly lay down on the wood floor and gave a sigh. Jolene could sympathize with her.
Once she had all her gear gathered, along with a fresh pair of panties, she went to the adjoining bathroom. It was new and clean and featured a decent sized shower. She reached in and turned the water on before unhooking her bra and dropping to the floor. She shimmied out of her panties and stepped in with her little bottles, bending over to rest them on the shelf.
“Holy shit…”
Jolene jumped at the sound of Chance’s voice. “Lord, you scared me. How the heck are you back so fast?” She whipped around, fighting the urge to cover her bits with her hands. He’d seen everything she had six ways to Sunday. There was no point in being shy now. But it was just instinct. She lowered her hands and stepped back into the spray. Let him look his fill.
He definitely was. He was just standing on the other side of the glass drinking in the sight of her. His hands were in fists at his side. When she lifted her hands to push her hair back into the water, he made a sound in the back of his throat that she couldn’t help but gloat inside over. And it had the added effect of turning her on completely. Her nipples tightened and her inner thighs went damp. “Coming?” she asked him.
Chance tore at the zipper on his shorts, dragging them down right along with his underwear. “Any minute now, if I’m lucky. And I feel lucky.”
She had to laugh. “Subtle. What happened to the poetic guy I used to know?”
“I may be inspired to write a song about this. How is that for poetry?” He opened the shower door.
“It depends on what they lyrics are.”
“A classic country tale of a man struck dumb by a woman. How he feels like a rusted truck next to her Cadillac style.”
Oh, Lord. He hadn’t even been drinking. There was nothing Cadillac about her. Nor was he a rusted truck. She’d always thought of him as a motorcycle. From zero to ninety quickly, and with a lot of noise.
“Does that make me classic?” she asked, trying to make light of it. He was just standing there, staring at her, and she felt nervous all of a sudden. Being naked with Chance was familiar, yet, everything was different. It was like returning home and finding all the furniture rearranged. Unsettling.
“You are a classic country girl.” Chance nodded slowly, water spraying him through the open door. He didn’t acknowledge the tiny splatters on his arms, his chest.
“And you’re country royalty. The Prince of Pickers.” Jolene dunked her hair back under the faucet and let the warm water pour over her face. She scrubbed at her eyes and slicked her hair back.
She didn’t mean anything by it, other than a reference to his father and grandfather. But when Chance didn’t answer, she realized maybe it