my bare hip grazes his forearm.
“Oh, ow,” I say, blinking my eyes shut. “Soap in the eyes. Let me rinse off a little more.”
“Of course,” he says.
We both freeze. My eyes flutter open and our pupils lock.
“Excuse me,” he says, his voice a low rumble.
“Yes, excuse you,” I reply.
In spite of how hard my heart is pounding, our little shared moment dissipates as quickly as it began. We go about our shower business, soaping, shampooing, and conditioning.
My heart slams against my chest. Are we really…just going to shower naked right now and pretend like it’s no big deal? Geez, only Grant would be able to have such self-control with me.
I mean…on the other hand, I wouldn’t put myself in this position with anyone but Grant, because there’s not another man on Earth I trust to be alone, naked, and slightly crazy, with.
Just a couple of hippies, nothing to see here. Reminds me of my mom’s old stories about the summer of ’69.
I change spots with him a few times through the process. Our slick skin brushes against one another multiple times. I’m not going to lie, I take advantage of the switching positions and eyes looking in different directions to steal a glance at the man below the belt.
Well. Not like he’s wearing a belt right now. And all I can say is wow.
At one point I feel something odd poke my lower side, and I can only guess what it might be.
“Maya…careful. Watch where you’re going,” Grant says.
“Me be careful? You’re the one who just poked me from behind. Watch where you’re pointing that thing,” I grin.
I hear him laughing.
“Grant…” I spin around and look up at him, and he smirks. “What’s so funny?”
“Just…damn. How can I be in a bad mood with peppy little you staring up at me?”
“I’m ‘peppy’?” Interesting compliment.
“Cheery then.”
I frown. My body is on fire and he’s not doing a damn thing. Screw it, I came into the shower with a purpose and I’m just going to speak my mind.
I put my hands on my hips. “Are you not attracted to me?”
“Maya, we’ve been through this.” His eyes don’t meet mine, which makes me wonder.
“Yes, we have, last week. You said I do turn you on, but I’m standing here naked, freaking throwing myself at you! So that was just drunken cloud talk last week at the bar? How you would ‘ravage my pussy’?” I even do the bunny ear quotation mark thing with my fingers. “That was just some silly scenario you made up to make me feel better for the night?”
I swallow, and step out from under the showerhead, my body heated, inside and out. He doesn’t say anything.
His eyes shine as he looks down at me. “Not a single thing I’ve ever said to you has been cloud talk.”
I add, “Well, I’d say it’s about time to put your money where your—”
Before I can finish, he wraps his arms around my naked flesh and pulls me into him.
Our bodies press together under the hot running water. He clutches my cheek as our mouths wrestle with a kiss, for the fourth time in our lives now.
This one, though—this is definitely different.
There’s no ambiguity about this kiss. There’s no question, there’s no test, there’s no trip abroad hanging over our heads like there was when I was going to Italy.
There’s just pure, raw, true desire for one another.
Grant’s hands explore my hot flesh all over, and he lets out a low, throaty moan.
“Oh, my God, Grant. Yes,” I mutter desperately.
He runs his hands over every inch of my body available to him, which is, well, everything.
I stumble back into the cold tile, which presses against my backside, and is contrasted by the heat of Grant’s…everything.
“Grant,” I whisper in his ear. “I don’t want to be your friend anymore.”
“What do you want to be?” he says back as our chests and bodies heave together.
I stand on my tippy toes and nibble his ear. “No labels.”
He nods, and slides his hand down my backside, and gives the side of my ass a nice little slap which causes me to yelp.
I bite my lip and add, “No labels, no stamps.”
“No stamps?”
My hand slides down his wet front toward his flat stomach, but stopping short of his cock. A sideways grin takes over my face. “Unless you want to give me a Grant Stamp.”
He laughs, then slides his other hand up my front to my tits.
“Really? You want me to Grant Stamp you? Because I will. But,