tickle of his chest hair against my nipples. I memorize all of it, so when it’s gone, I’ll have those recollections to keep me company.
Mack starts to sag, his body unable to hold me up any longer. My feet hit the wet shower floor and almost don’t even hold my own body weight. But I have nothing to worry about. Mack is there, helping hold me. His hands are gentle as they caress my back, his lips soft as they kiss my shoulder. It’s funny, neither of us have really said a word, yet no words are needed.
We just are.
Together.
With a bar of soap that smells just like him, he lathers up my body, starting with my arms and working his way down. When he reaches my pussy, he offers me a smirk as he carefully washes away any traces of sex, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. He’s such a man.
After he’s done washing me, the water turns cold quickly, a reminder of the small water heater on board the motorhome. I jump back, careful to avoid the rapidly cooling water, while Mack washes himself from head to toe in about thirty seconds.
“Shit, that’s cold,” he mumbles, as he quickly turns off the water and shakes his head.
I reach for a towel and dry off, all the while watching his lithe movements and hard body as he does the same. He even busts me a few seconds later, ogling his amazing ass as he dries his feet.
With my towel wrapped around my body, I turn to face Mack. Nerves settle in and I’m not really sure why. I mean, I do know why, mostly because I’ve just slept with my ex-boyfriend, and I’m not really sure what happens next. Do I thank him for the ride, for old times’ sake? Turn and slip back into my bunk as if nothing happened?
Mack must sense the questions running through my mind. He wraps his towel around his waist and turns to me. With his hands on my upper arms, he moves forward and places a tender kiss on my lips. “I know we probably just complicated the hell out of everything and have a ton of things to discuss, but tonight, I just want to hold you. No talk of the past or the future, Lean. Just let me hold you tonight. Please?”
My heart skips in my chest, and it’s hard to speak. He’s absolutely right. We just muddied the hell out of the water, and we’ll definitely have to deal with it at some point. But tonight, I’m okay with just…being. With him holding me as I drift off to sleep. That’s why the only reply I can give is, “Okay.”
Silently, we leave the bathroom and head to the room in back. I can’t help but check on Oliver, who’s sleeping away, oblivious to the emotional tsunami surrounding his dad and me. Mack opens a drawer and pulls out a pair of shorts and slips them on. He takes a T-shirt out and tosses it in my direction. “I’d much rather fall asleep with you naked, but with Oliver’s feeding schedule and the early morning return to LA, I’d feel better if we’re both covered. Plus, my guys are assholes and are looking for any excuse to get in here, if only to tease the hell out of me for seeing you naked.”
Well, as much as I’d prefer to sleep next to him in the buff, the thought of his team finding me with no clothes on has me reaching for the shirt and slipping it on. It hits mid-thigh and when I glance down, I can’t help but smile. It’s a racing shirt with his number and car on the front, his name printed across the back.
Mack gives me an appreciative look and whispers, “Yeah, that shirt looks way better on you than me.”
I climb into bed and slip beneath the covers. At first, I keep to the far side, but the moment Mack flips off the remaining lights and climbs into bed, the distance between us evaporates. He pulls me into his arms, my head resting comfortably on his chest. With a deep sigh, I feel the long day just melt away as I completely relax in his embrace.
Sure, there’s questions and uncomfortable conversations in our future, but not tonight. Tonight, I get to fall asleep all warm and toasty, wrapped in Mack’s arms. Just like I used to.