Chapter 18
Lila
"What was that?" I say to Max as we head toward the changing rooms. My lips feel like they're on fire, and I'm walking with wobbly legs. I don't know if my legs are wobbly because the class just took everything I had or because Max's kiss was the most fantastic kiss I've ever had in my life.
"What?" he says. "You're not the only actor around here."
I glare at him, and I'm about to tell him off when I see Lucinda Whittington approaching us.
"Oh, hey, you two. I just want to make sure that you know the name of the place. It's Smoothie Kingdom."
"Oh, thank you. That sounds great. We'll probably just shower quickly, then meet you there."
"Of course. That sounds really good. I'm Lucinda, by the way." I nod because I had nearly said her name before she'd introduced herself. I had nearly blown it.
"I'm Lila, and this is Max, my—"
"I know, your boyfriend."
"Yeah. We are kind of new to the relationship. I guess that's why we're so touchy-feely."
"No worries. I love that," she says.
"Hey, honey." Max grabs my hand and pulls me into him again. I feel his hard, muscular body pressed up against mine and reach over to run my fingers down the front of his T-shirt. If he wants to go for gold, I'm willing to do it, as well. I'm quite enjoying this little charade we have going.
"Yes, darling? You want to shower together?" he says, licking his lips.
"Max." I shake my head, and Lucinda laughs.
"Well, I'll see you guys later," she says.
I watch as she walks into the locker room, then put my hands on my hips. "Max, you are really, really, really trying too hard. It's not going to look realistic."
"What part of it is not going to look realistic?" he asks, shaking his head. I watch droplets of sweat run down his forehead. How is it that he's even sexier sweaty than he is when he's dry?
"Lila, you may think you look a hot mess right now, but I think you look slamming."
"I never said I thought I looked a hot mess," I bite back, glaring at him, and he chuckles.
"I mean, I'm surprised you survived the ride. Let's be real."
"Max, that's so rude."
"But true, right?"
"Yes," I admit.
"Could you hear me huffing and puffing?"
"I could hear you doing something."
"But to be honest, do you know what it made me think about?"
"No. What?"
"It just made me think about you on top of me and the sounds you might make if we were making love."
I stare at him with my jaw open. He winks.
"And that may have been true, or maybe it was a line for me, as part of my role as your boyfriend."
"What?" I say, dumbfounded and slightly confused.
"Nothing." He grins, and I watch as he walks into the male locker room.
I run my fingers through my hair and slowly walk into the female locker room while touching my lips softly.
All I can think about is the kiss, the way my body felt pressed against his, the way he teased me, and the look in his eyes when he said he wanted to shower with me.
A part of me wanted to be like, "Well, come on, then.
Let's do it." Because what did I have to lose?
"Get it together, Lila," I mumble to myself as I head to my locker.
I'm totally losing it. Maybe it's because of all the endorphins that were released from the exercise, but I'm feeling higher than a kite and way too happy for someone who is realistically still working.
I grab my towel and head to a narrow corridor where there's a row of showers.
I walk into one of the stalls and pull off my clothes, hanging them on the small little hook before turning the shower on.
The water is cool and feels amazing against my hot body.
As I stand there and close my eyes, all I can think about is Max and the kiss again and how he'd made me feel.
I'm suddenly feeling hornier than I've ever felt in my life.
My fingers slide down my stomach toward my thighs, slip between my legs, and I lean back against the shower wall, letting the water cascade down my body as I play with myself.
I think of Max: his blue eyes, his silky hair, his strong arms, his muscular legs; I think about him kissing me and touching me…
I stop my fingers from their ministrations when I realize there's someone in the shower next to me, humming.
My eyes fly open when I realize it's a male voice, and I think it's Max. I gasp, and the singing stops.
"Is that you, Lila?" he asks, and I lick my lips nervously, not wanting to say anything. What in the hell is going on here? "Lila, is that you?"
"What are you doing in the women's shower?" I demand.
"Weren't you paying attention?" He chuckles. "When we checked in, they said the locker rooms are private, but the showers are co-ed."
"What? How can they have co-ed showers?" I press my lips together. "But no, I didn't know that was you."
"Are you scared?"
"Scared of what?" I say, standing there with my eyes wide open.
"Scared that I'm only feet away from you. Naked."
"No. Why would I be scared about that? I'm naked, as well."
"I know, and that's all I can think about." He growls, and butterflies fly in my stomach. I think I must be crazy or losing my mind because I suddenly feel my feet moving.
"Are you scared, Max?"
"No. Why should I be scared?"
"Because…" I say. I quickly head out of my shower, move to the side, and step into his shower.
My eyes widen as I see him naked. His body is golden and tan except for his butt and his cock, which is long and thick, and I swallow the lump in my throat as I take him in.
He is the most magnificent-looking man I've ever seen in my life.
He's staring at me, and I'm sure he's not sure what I'm going to do, but I want to tease him.
I want him to see that I'm not the sort of woman who’s intimidated by a hot guy.
I close the curtain behind me, brush past him, and grab the soap from his hand.
He looks down at me, and I stare up at him and smile.
A little seductive smile because I want him to want me more than he's ever wanted anyone before in the world.
I rub the soap slowly across my body, focusing it on my breasts.
His mouth hangs open as I lift my arms up and continue rubbing the soap along my skin.
He licks his lips, and I can see his breath against the glass door.
He's hot, and his cock is getting harder, and then, because I'm a naughty girl, I slip the soap between my legs, my eyes never losing contact with his.
He steps forward, and I feel my breast pushed up against his arm.
"What are you doing, Lila?" he asks, softly gazing at me.
There's a question in his eyes, and I don't know how to answer it.
I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do.
I just keep moving the soap back and forth, and before I know what's happening, his right hand has slipped between my legs and is now covering mine, and he's guiding the soap back and forth. I gasp as I look up at him.
There's a question in his eyes, and I nod.
He grins as he steps forward and pushes me to the side so that my back is now against the wall.
I bite down on my lip. I don't know what's about to happen, but I know it's going to be good.
I know this is a moment I have been thinking of and dreaming of for years.
I just never actually thought something like this would happen to me.
"So, Lila," he says softly. "Is this part of the game?
Is this part of the act, or do you want to see where this goes? "