Someone I Used to Know - By Blakney Francis Page 0,86

and trying to use the ticklish, weak spots I’d discovered against him.

“But you’ve been such a dirty girl. A good washing is just what you need.” He pouted like a child, even when his man-sized body held me captive.

I got ahold of my laughter enough to glare up at the Aussie caveman pressing me into the wall. His legs were between mine, preventing me from kicking him or fleeing, but also granting me the feel of his growing erection at our playful struggle.

“Don’t you dare,” I warned him. His hand lingered dangerously close to the nob that would shower us both – fully clothed – if he turned it.

“Declan!” It was all I could manage to squeal in my disbelief as we were blasted with water. It was freezing, not having time to warm up yet, and the spray hit me right in the face.

He howled with laughter as I sputtered against the liquid pouring into my mouth. He was getting just as wet as I was, his black shirt darkening into a slick layer against his skin. I looked down at the pinkish white top I was wearing, and found that our impromptu shower was having the opposite effect on me, lightening it to a translucent shade that plastered to my body.

“What I wouldn’t pay for a picture of you right now.” His eyes glued to the change in my attire, as he shook his head in depraved delight.

“Well, you look like a wet dog,” I lied with a snarky smile.

He looked like something that had been dreamed up in every woman’s universal fantasy. The water pulled his dark hair loose until the ends curled on his face and neck. It made me wonder if all that usual messiness wasn’t hiding a hint of curl.

I reached up to twist one of the freed locks around my finger.

“I do…” He trailed with a sharp intake of breath, as my hand slid away from his hairline and down his jaw.

I watched, mesmerized, as silky water droplets followed my lead as I pointedly detoured just before his birthmark to trail down the muscles of his neck that flexed as he swallowed under my attention. I took my time with each button down the long line, enjoying every new bit of damp skin that came with it. His sculpted chest melted into a defined torso, and my greedy hands were always quick to seek out the subtle V at his hips that led me below his jeans.

The water pouring down us was warm by the time his shirt made a heavy splat onto the floor at our feet. He grabbed for me, but I placed a hand on his bare chest, stopping him. I wasn’t done enjoying the view.

“You’ve had your time to play, now it’s mine,” he said.

I couldn’t argue with that. He scooped me up, treading his arms around my waist and lifting my legs clear off the ground so I would wrap them around him. Pushed back up against the wall for support, his hand went straight for the button on my shorts.

I heard the distinctive sound of a footstep on the wood flooring in the kitchen area, and my head snapped up. From my position, I could see clearly over Declan’s shoulder. The glass shower door wouldn’t have done much for privacy, but we couldn’t even close it with two people inside the space meant for one.

Nothing was blocking me from the perfectly clear view of Cam stepping around the corner and stopping with dumbstruck confusion at the sight that was laid out as wide open to him as it was to me.

I shoved Declan away hard, ignoring the fact that he was holding me. He skittered backwards while I nearly lost my footing in the standing water clogged by Declan’s discarded shirt.

“I’m back early,” Cam said numbly, his stare blank. “Surprise.”

Chapter Fifteen

Adley

Declan shuffled beside me, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Cam, not even to see what the half-naked man was doing. The shower trickled off until nothing but the tinkling pings of hesitant droplets filled the tension. My body begged to dissolve into shivers, whether from the cold or fear, I couldn’t say.

Not because Cam seemed mad. He didn’t look angry or sad or hurt. I was terrified because for the first time, I couldn’t read his expression at all.

Our silent standoff went on for an eternity before Declan cleared his throat, sounding more uncomfortable than I’d ever heard him. He was polite – formal even