stuff and some Epsom salt,” I said. “I’ll be in the shower next door for the next ten or fifteen minutes, but whenever you are ready, we should meet up for another drink downstairs. No rush.”
“I would like that,” she said, smiling a deep wide smile.
“Good, I’ll see you then,” I said, turning and walking away.
My feet were lighter than air, and I nearly bounced into the bathroom Garrett and I shared. I rapped on the door to his room to check, just in case, and sure enough, it was silent on the other end. Locking the door just for good measure, I turned on the water and got it as hot as I could stand it. My shoulder was achy but not screaming in pain or anything, and I felt like a few minutes under hot water might have me feeling all right.
Stripping down, I had to fight with myself to ignore the fact that I was hard as a rock. Just knowing that Jane was a door over, naked and wet, soap all over her body, was enough to get me going, but I had to wait. If things happened that night, they would happen, but I had to relax into the evening and see where things went.
She might be too tired to do anything even if she wanted to. I had to remember that, too. Most people were not used to riding a horse every day for a week, driving cattle. And they certainly weren’t used to having energy and wanting to do fun things after spending all day riding hard in the saddle.
My life was wildly different from hers before she came, and she was likely absolutely beat and ready for sleep. She might not even want to keep the drink date.
I was soaped up, contemplating how I would try to keep myself from being too disappointed if she told me she was just going to go to bed after her shower, when I heard the door. Assuming it was Garrett coming home late from a night Anna, I sighed. He knew I was in the shower, and he would likely just come, do his business, and leave.
I waited to hear the sound of him walking away, and when none came, I got curious. I was just about to open the curtains when the curtain behind me opened and a familiar hand reached around my waist.
I turned and laid eyes on a very awake, very naked Jane. Bubbles clung to her skin where she had started her bath and then got out and came to me. I grinned.
Chapter 36
Jane
My breath hitched as excitement filled my body in anticipation of his touch. The steam and flecks of hot water brushed against my tingling body and wiped away small patches of soap. As our bodies got closer, the bubbles reached for him, combining us like a glue that couldn’t stick. We didn’t need it.
I had only been in the bath alone for a few moments, the water soothing my aching joints and the soap relaxing me. But my core burned for something else, someone else, and my own touch wouldn’t suffice. I had to see him. I had to touch him. I had to have him touch me. The distance between my room and his bathroom was minimal, and when I poked my head out, I didn’t see anyone. I didn’t even wrap up in a towel.
Thankfully, his bathroom door was unlocked and I had slipped inside and joined him in the shower. From the look of things, he was happy about it. As our lips pressed against one another and our tongues unfurled to reach the other, his hard, thick cock pressed into my belly. He was standing at full mast, and I reached up with my soapy hands to stroke him. He broke our kiss to let his head fall back in the stream of water and groan softly at my touch. My core tingled, and I had to steady myself not to climb on the edges of the tub and shove him inside me.
His lips met mine again, and he turned me so that I was under the showerhead. Water rained down on me and he took a step back to watch. His hand slid down his chiseled stomach to grasp at the base of his cock and stroke as he watched streams of purple soap run down my wet, soft body. I felt exalted in his gaze, like I was the sexiest thing his