Take a Breath (Take #1) - Jaimie Roberts Page 0,18
the feeling and keep on running.
Once in, I switch my shower on. First, there is an icy jet of water, but then it stops as if I had shut it off. I proceed to turn it off and switch it back on again, but nothing happens. It’s obviously in the mood to be acting up something chronic yet again. I don’t have time for this. I have to have a shower because the heat is getting to me like nothing else. The sweat is just pouring off of me after that run.
I’m wondering what to do, and the thought momentarily frustrates me. I think it best to use the family bathroom down the hall. No one is in, so I can basically do whatever I like.
I make my way over to the middle of the landing, holding on to my towel and toiletries. The poor bathroom feels unused. I bet no one has ever even been in it before. The lovely marble sink is waiting for me just at the door, and the shower is tucked neatly in the corner. To the right is a huge jacuzzi bath that looks very inviting, but it would probably be best for me to avoid that particular amenity for the time being. It will only make me more sexually frustrated than I already am.
I slip open the glass door to the shower and turn on the faucet. Once the water feels tepid, I slide the towel down to the floor and walk in.
The water is lovely and just the ticket I need right now. I stand there for a while with my eyes closed, just savoring the moment. After a while, I turn around to wet my hair, taking in just how good this all feels. I massage some shampoo into my hair and start lathering it up. Once rinsed, I go to work on the rest of me. I trail my hand down across my breast, and a jolt of need passes through me as I squeeze my nipple. I lean my head back—eyes still closed—fantasizing that Jake is here, touching me and caressing my whole body.
I picture his lips and the way they curve up into the sexiest smile I have ever seen. Moving my hand lower, I place it on my mound and gently squeeze. With my heart racing even more, I get to work rinsing off the rest of the suds, tracing my hands across my breasts until my nipples are rock hard. I push my head back one more time to make sure the suds are all out of my hair, and once I’m satisfied, I pull my head back up so I can open my eyes.
My heart skips a few beats as I stare into the most beautiful turquoise-green eyes. Our eyes are locked for a few seconds. He’s gaping, and I’m feeling like the world’s worst pervert for touching myself.
Why did I forget to shut the door? Why did I do what I just did? More importantly, just how long has Jake been standing there?
My gasping is what jolts us both out of our longing stare. Jake quickly turns to leave, and in my panic, I quickly shut the shower off, take a step out, and slip—going arse over onto the bathroom floor.
“Shit, shit, and double shit!” I shout. God, my bum is going to be sore later.
“Ana, are you okay?”
Jake walks back in, but I’m still bare ass naked on the floor. Oh, how much more embarrassing can this get?
Averting his eyes, he holds out his hand to lift me up. The problem is that he does it with such gusto that I slam right into his wonderfully solid chest. If all of this wasn’t so totally fucking embarrassing, it would be comical.
My hair—and everything else that’s dripping wet—is now soaking the T-shirt that Jake is so expertly wearing. However, I have to say that the shirt being wet only serves to further heighten his appeal. I’m only slightly ashamed that I’m able to take the time to notice how well the wet fabric molds to each and every one of his muscles while I’m feeling such intense embarrassment. He wraps his arm around my waist and holds me up to him. We stare at each other again for a few moments as time seems to stand still. The only things moving are our hearts as they beat against each other’s chests. Surely, he isn’t feeling what I am?