Chapter 11
eleven
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Rafe
They say that Christmas only comes once a year, but seeing as I just celebrated that holiday a month ago, I’d beg to differ.
Because right now, I was standing under a spray of hot water, watching Lulu undress through the glass. She insisted I get in the shower first.
She watched me remove every piece of clothing and drop it on the floor.
She watched as my dick pointed right at her like he was picking her out of a lineup. Her eyes had widened, lips parted, and I didn’t miss the way her legs shifted together as if she were trying to dull an ache that wouldn’t go away.
Glass houses, Wildcat.
I’ve been hard as steel all night. I planned to take a cold shower alone, but instead, I’ll be taking a hot shower with the hottest woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
I’d call that a win.
She pulled her long blonde hair into some sort of blue scrunchie on top of her head before she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress. I stared through the water droplets covering the glass shower door.
Holy shit.
I’d imagined those tits dozens of times tonight. A perfect handful. With perfect pink nipples that looked like they were dying to be sucked.
My cock throbbed beneath the spray of water, but I wouldn’t touch it until she was in here with me. I sure as shit didn’t want things to go too fast.
Her stomach was flat and toned, and she wore a pair of black lacy panties.
I watched as her fingers slipped beneath the thin band circling her hips, and she slowly peeled them down her legs.
Her eyes locked with mine as she stepped out of the panties and walked toward me. I opened the door, and I swear my dick doubled in size with her nearness.
She glanced down and sucked in a breath. “Obviously, you’re not the only one who’s happy to see me.”
“And your pretty pink nipples look like they could cut glass, so I’d say we’re in the same boat.”
She tipped her head up and let the water run down her beautiful face.
“I’d like to say something. For the record, that kiss sucked ass because I thought you’d knee me in the balls if I gave you a real kiss. If I’d kissed you the way I wanted to in that moment… let’s just say we’d be doing more in this shower than what we agreed on.”
Her breath hitched, and I fucking loved it.
She was always so in control, and I liked seeing her react to me.
“You were probably smart to keep it tame,” she said, reaching for the soap and rubbing her hands over her gorgeous tits. My mouth watered at the sight. She knew what she was doing to me. She had a wicked grin on her face, and her teeth sank into her bottom lip playfully. “How would you have kissed me if you’d done what you wanted?”
I soaped up my hands and moved closer. “I would have covered your mouth slowly at first, waiting for your lips to part on a breath.” I stroked my dick, and I could see the way her chest was rising and falling. “I’d slip my tongue in and find your greedy tongue waiting for me. And I’d fuck your mouth, in and out, driving you crazy with desire. I’d pull you closer so you’d feel how hard I was for you. How bad my cock was throbbing just having my mouth on yours.”
She was breathing heavily now, but she squared her shoulders. “I think I’d probably have liked that. But then I’d have gotten all turned on while we were on the dance floor, and I’d be desperate for your fingers to slip beneath my dress and see how wet I was for you.”
Fuck. Me.
She was playing along.
“Put your fingers between your legs. I want you to come with me,” I said, deep and commanding. She shocked the shit out of me when she actually did what I asked her to do and didn’t argue. Her hand moved between the apex of her thighs, and she leaned back against the wall, her eyes still on mine. “You have no fucking idea how badly I wanted to slide my hand beneath your dress. To fuck that sweet pussy with my fingers while I continued to fuck that greedy little mouth with my tongue.”
“Holy shit,” she whispered, as her hand continued to move between her legs, and I tightened my grip on my cock and slid up and down faster now.
“Would you like that, Lulu? Would you have liked me to get you off on the dance floor without anyone knowing what I was doing to you?”
“Yes.”
“And what would you do about it?”
“I’d ride your hand and beg you to pull me into the bathroom so I could unzip your suit pants and grip that beautiful dick of yours. And then I’d wait until you were just about to go over the edge, and I’d drop to my knees,” she said, her words breathy and sexy, and I was struggling not to lose it.
“I’d insist that you slide your hand between your legs while I fucked that sassy mouth of yours.” My words were barely audible. “Because I’d refuse to come until you were right there with me.”
“I’m right there with you now,” she whispered as she stared down at my hand that was sliding up and down my shaft as I chased my release.
“I know you are, Lu. Come with me, right fucking now,” I said, as her body started to shake, and her head fell back against the wall, eyes closed, as she came apart on a moan right in front of me.
It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
“Fuck,” I growled, as I came so hard I could barely see straight.
We both continued moving, riding out every last bit of pleasure.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever done.
And probably the most tortuous thing I’d ever done, as well.
Because I couldn’t touch her.
Couldn’t kiss her.
Her honey-brown eyes opened, and she smiled. She reached for the soap and started showering as if we hadn’t both just gotten off, and then she passed me the soap to clean myself up.
I turned off the water and handed her a towel before drying myself off.
“Well, at least we got that out of our systems. I feel fan-fucking-tastic. I think I’m going to sleep like a baby,” she said, as she wrapped the towel around herself and moved to the bedroom to slip into her pajamas.
“Speak for yourself. That was hot as hell. And now your scent is going to be surrounding me in the room.” I walked behind her and found some clean briefs in my suitcase and slipped them on.
“What are you, a basset hound? My scent is going to bother you? Please. We didn’t even touch each other. It was just an orgasm shower.” She tossed some of the throw pillows on the floor, and when she bent over, her little sleep shorts rode up the slightest bit, exposing her perfectly round ass cheeks.
“I’m a man. And I just watched you get off in the shower, and I’ll never forget it. So, yeah, I’m going to be uncomfortable now.”
She turned around and hit me in the face with a pillow. “Shake it off, Rafael. We agreed to never speak of it, and you just keep bringing it up.”
“It just happened. My dick is still in awe of you.”
She made her way to the couch, covering it in a blanket and tossing a pillow there. “I can sleep on the couch, and you can have the bed.” She shrugged. “Apparently, I’ve tortured you enough tonight.”
“I’m not an asshole. I’m sleeping on the couch.” I moved to the dresser, grabbed the green stone, and carried it with me to where I’d be sleeping.
“You’re sleeping with the stone?” she chuckled.
“Maybe it will keep the boner away.”
She climbed into bed and clapped her hands together twice, and the room went dark.
Like I said, these people are fancy. They have a hand signal to turn off their lights.
“Tomorrow is a new day. My family loves you. They’ve got me up on a pedestal at the moment, and I’d like to keep it that way. Let’s get some sleep.”
I was lying on my back, staring at the ceiling.
“Have you ever done that before?” I asked, my voice low as I glanced over at her silhouette lit up the slightest bit from the sliver of light peeping through the opening of the curtains.
“Have I ever showered with a man while simultaneously giving myself an earth-shattering orgasm?” She didn’t hide her sarcasm. “No, I haven’t. Let me guess, you do it weekly?”
“No. I’ve never done that. And not touching one another was challenging.”
“I didn’t notice. I was fine just touching myself,” she said over a fit of laughter.
I sat forward and glared at her, even though she couldn’t see me. “You noticed. Your eyes never stopped staring.”
“What can I say? You’re pretty to look at.” She cleared her throat. “Go to sleep. We have to be on tomorrow.”
“I’m not tired now.”
She sighed. “If you go to sleep, I’ll flash you my boobs in the morning.”
“Deal.”
But now all I was doing was thinking about her boobs.
Her breathing slowed, and I knew she was asleep.
I counted down from one hundred to zero.
I counted sheep.
I counted pigs.
I counted forward and backward before sleep finally took me.
And I dreamed of perfect tits and hot water and a beautiful woman with honey-brown eyes.
A pillow hit me in the chest, and my eyes flew open.
“You need to get up. We’ve got to be downstairs for breakfast and the photo shoot in thirty minutes,” Lulu said, standing over me looking stunning. She wore a black lacy top that once again dipped low in the front, showing off her slight cleavage. She had baggy faded jeans and boots on. Her hair was pulled back in some sort of messy knot at the nape of her neck, with a few waves that were loose around her pretty face.
I pushed the covers back, and she gaped at me, which had me glancing down to see my eager erection had woken up before me.
“It’s morning. It’s perfectly normal,” I groaned as I sat forward.
“My God. I had no idea my boyfriend was such a horndog.” She chuckled. “Are you always like this?”
“No. Maybe it’s the fact that I showered with a naked woman who happens to have perfect tits, who, by the way, I wasn’t allowed to touch. And then I had to sleep a few feet away from her and not touch her.”
“We fly home tonight. This is almost over. Then you won’t have to see me until the wedding next week. You’re almost rid of me.” She placed her hands on her hips, and damn, this woman was so cute, I wanted to scoop her up and toss her onto the bed. “Now get dressed and make yourself charming and handsome and meet me downstairs.”
“You’re leaving?”
“Yes, Rafe. Last I checked, you know how to dress yourself. My mother sent a text that Francois wanted to speak to me.” She quirked a brow. “The gig might be up. He’s probably going to call me out. I’ll be better at playing the game and telling him he’s wrong if I’m alone.”
“Fine. I’ll be down in half an hour.”
Her gaze moved to my briefs once again, where my dick was pointing right at her. “Take a shower if you need to. Do not bring that thing with you to the photo shoot,” she said, waving her hand back and forth in front of my erection.
“My dick. You’d like me to leave him here in the room?” I walked toward the bathroom.
“I’d like you to stop being a baby about this and?—”
I closed the door before she could finish her statement. I wasn’t in the mood, and she was being cocky and unaffected, and I didn’t like it.
“Very mature!” she shouted from the other side of the door.
I heard the outside door close, and I bent over the sink and closed my eyes. I needed to rein it in. We’d be back home tonight.
We’d forget all about this.
I brushed my teeth and quickly dressed, wearing my dark jeans and a black sweater, before making my way downstairs. Lulu was already walking toward me with wide eyes.
“Are we busted?” I whispered in her ear, and the smell of pear and vanilla had my body reacting all over again.
“Nope. He wanted to tell me that you have a lot of Benjamin Franklin characteristics, and that’s why I’m so drawn to you.” She was shaking her head and smiling. “We’re still good. However, my cousin failed to mention that this interview is a bit more serious than she let on.”
“What does that mean?”
“It’s a reporter from the Weekday Morning Show . So it’s sort of a big deal.”
“The Weekday Morning Show , as in the most popular morning show in the US?”
“That’s the one. So, we need to keep a low profile. We’ll take the photos with the family, and we’ll say we want to go take the boat out on the water so we can spend some time together. Just follow my lead. They’re here for my Uncle Charles and Hunter. They just want a photo of everyone, and then we can slip out.”
“Wow. I’m shocked when I’m in the Taylor Tea. I can’t imagine being talked about on the Weekday Morning Show .”
“I actually love the Taylor Tea ,” she said. “It’s small town meets Gossip Girl . The anonymous factor makes it much more charming. It’s like having your neighbor talk about you, but the whole world isn’t listening. I like it.”
The Taylor Tea was a sore subject for my family, since we were constantly a topic of conversation in the gossip column that had become a Rosewood River guilty pleasure.
“Of course, you do,” I grumped. I was trying to tame down the boner that wouldn’t go away, and this woman was getting under my skin. And now I had to think about everything I said because there was a reporter here.
“What’s with the attitude? We need to join everyone in the library, so you best start doting on me now, you big baby. Your penis will recover, I promise,” she chuckled as she slipped her hand in mine. “Now, turn on the charm and look at me like you can’t live without me.”
I barked out a laugh. “You’re absolutely insane.”
“You got that right.” She waggled her brows. “Let’s do this.”
She led me into the room where a camera crew was set up, and her entire family was sitting on the two couches and chairs, looking like the Kennedys. The men were all in sports coats, and the women were all dressed fairly formal.
And then there was us.
Me and Lulu.
She wore her cute jeans that were cut off at the bottoms with heeled boots, and I was dressed for a casual Friday at the office.
We stood out like sore thumbs.
And everyone had their eyes on us.