5 - Jess #2
I grabbed the oversized white gym towel from the hook on the door, quickly wiping the excess moisture from my face and chest before wrapping the thick terrycloth snugly around my chest. I tucked the corner securely above my breasts, making sure it covered me fully, though my skin was still radiating a fierce, damp heat that the fabric couldn't contain.
My hair was dripping wet, sending cool rivulets down my bare shoulders as I unlatched the frosted glass door and stepped out onto the slick slate floor.
The main changing area had cleared out significantly while I’d been in the stall.
The mid-afternoon rush had dissolved, leaving only the faint hum of the overhead ventilation and the lingering scent of sandalwood and steam.
I turned the corner of the tiled partition, ready to stride back to my locker, kill the ringing phone, and chew David out for his questionable timing.
But none of that happened.
My bare feet skidded slightly as my entire body locked into place. The breath was completely knocked out of my lungs, my throat closing up so fast I thought I might choke on the humid air.
Blocking my path entirely, standing dead center in the narrow aisle between the mahogany lockers and the shower stalls, was Dane.
And he was butt naked.
I mean, totally, unforgettably naked. He had clearly just come from the sauna or the steam room down the hall, his dark, unruly hair damp and curling wildly against his forehead.
Droplets of moisture were slowly tracking their way down his broad shoulders, clinging to the thick, sculpted ridges of his chest before disappearing into the V-shaped lines of his lower abdomen.
He was a masterpiece of arrogant, physical perfection, built like a classical statue, all lean muscle, hard angles, and tanned skin.
My mouth parted in an involuntary, silent gasp. I was stunned, completely paralyzed by the shock of the collision.
“This is the women’s locker room.”
He arched an eyebrow. Didn’t so much as twitch a muscle to try and cover himself up. “Technically, you’re right.”
“Technically?” My face was on fire and there was nothing I could do about it. I hugged the towel tighter around my body.
“The men’s showers are a nightmare,” he said simply. “And the last thing I need is for you to be a nightmare about me taking mine in here.”
I tried to force my eyes up. Tried to command my brain to look at the ceiling, at the lockers, at the tiled walls… anywhere but the magnificent, naked reality directly in front of me. But who was I kidding? Curiosity took over, cataloging every single inch of him with a helpless, burning intensity.
My gaze tracked down his chest, following a light trail of dark hair that ran down the center of his flat, rippling abs. And then, helpless against my own hyper-sensitive, post-shower state, my eyes dropped lower.
His cock was thick, sizable perfection, resting between his muscular thighs.
Even entirely relaxed, his length was intimidating.
A blatant testament to the genetic luck that matched his infuriatingly handsome face.
A sudden, violent jolt of heat flared right back up between my legs, a throbbing reminder of the fantasy I’d just been indulging in, only this reality was infinitely more dangerous.
I ripped my eyes back up to his face, my cheeks burning with a flush so hot I thought my skin might blister.
Dane was watching me. And he was clearly enjoying every single second of my psychological collapse.
There was no embarrassment on his face. No sudden scramble to grab a towel, no apologetic murmur.
Instead, a wicked, and thoroughly amused smirk spread across his lips.
His dark eyes glinted with a mocking satisfaction as he watched me give him a thorough, desperate eyeful.
He tilted his head slightly, broad chest expanding as he let out a lazy breath, deliberately flexing his abs just to show off.
"Like what you see?" his voice rumbled, smooth and dripping with an unholy amount of smug, alpha-male confidence. It wasn't the angry bark from the parking lot or the dismissive tone from the elliptical. This was an almost intimate purr that vibrated right through the soles of my bare feet.
"I—you—" I stammered, my intellectual vocabulary completely evaporating. I gripped the top of my towel with white-knuckled desperation, terrified that the slightest movement would cause it to slip and leave me just as exposed as he was. "You're... you don't have a towel."
"Don't need one," he murmured, his smirk widening into an asymmetrical grin.
He took a single step closer to me, his massive, naked form casting a long shadow over my small frame.
The heat coming off his damp skin was suffocating, wrapping around me as if it were an actual, physical thing.
He leaned in slightly, his eyes dropping to my lips before tracking slowly down the length of my body, returning the favor with an agonizing evaluation that made my nipples harden instantly against the rough terrycloth.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me. He had to know. Why else would he be messing with me like this?
Just as the silence between us grew so tight I thought I might scream, my phone started up again. I hadn’t even realized it had stopped ringing at any point.
Dane shifted his weight, his huge cock swinging with the movement, giving me one final, heart-stopping view before he casually turned his back to me. He took an unhurried stride toward the empty shower stall directly next to mine, his perfectly sculpted glutes flexing with every step.
Before he stepped inside the frosted glass enclosure, he paused, looking over his shoulder at me.
"You should probably get that," Dane said dryly, nodding toward the back corner where my locker was still vibrating. "Sounds like an emergency."
And with that, he slipped into the stall, the glass door shutting with a definitive click that felt like a slap to my face. A second later, the roar of the rainfall showerhead erupted, drowning out the world and leaving me standing alone in the aisle, shaking, breathless, and completely overheated.
I sprinted to my locker, hands trembling so violently I almost dropped my key card twice before finally getting the door open. I snatched my phone from the shelf, my eyes blurring as I saw David’s smiling face flashing on the screen.
I hit the green button and slammed the phone against my ear, my voice coming out in a wild gasp before he could even say hello.
“David.” My heart pounded in my throat as I stared at the steamy glass of Dane’s shower stall. "Drop whatever the hell you’re doing and meet me for lunch. It’s an emergency."