I spin around to find her with her arms crossed. She doesn’t look pissed off though. She actually looks amused. She’s not even making an attempt to hide it.
“If you’re finished, I’d like to say that if you want to have a shower and cool off, I’ll call for a taxi, and I’ll be gone by the time you get out.”
“It’s the middle of the night.”
“I’m sure I can find something.”
“And if I don’t want to have a shower?”
She doesn’t even blink, and there is no hesitation. “Then we should get naked and take advantage of the Jacuzzi. They probably drain it to clean it up after every guest. It would be a terrible waste not to use it.”
“So, this is a purely economic decision.”
“Yes. Purely.”
“And kissing me earlier? Was that because you felt sorry for me?”
“Yes. Obviously.”
We stand there staring each other down. Neither of us makes a move until I do. I figure enough is enough. I don’t want Sutton to leave, and maybe wasting all that water really is a shitty thing to do. I flinch first in this un-staring staring contest. I tuck my fingers under the damp hem of my t-shirt and slowly roll it up my chest. I yank it over my head with some difficulty because it’s wet, and then I let it drop with a squishy plop to the floor.
Sutton’s eyes graze my chest hungrily. “Biscuits and butter,” she mutters. “Do you have to be so damn chiseled? What’s wrong with you? How many times do you work out a week?”
“I think you mean per day.”
“You work out multiple times per day?”
“Sometimes. It’s a good stress reliever.”
“I already know you eat disgustingly healthy too. You shouldn’t do that. It’s a health hazard.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s not.”
“I’m pretty sure it is. For me.”
I hold her gaze while I unbutton my jeans. I slowly unzip the fly, watching the changes on Sutton’s face. She appreciates what I’m doing, and she practically lights up in anticipation, though she does a good job of trying to keep it to herself.
I slide them down and figure, what the hell, I might as well go for the boxers too. Everything is kind of damp and clingy and hard to actually separate, so it’s half an accident and half a happy occurrence. I’m sure because Sutton’s nostrils flare.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit. Are you for real? No. There’s no way it can be real. Wow. How the heck do you actually get it into your jeans?”
“There’s this method of tucking and rolling…”
“Shut up. There is not.”
“There isn’t.” I casually walk over to the marble basin the Jacuzzi is set into. The steps are marble, and I take them slowly. The water is so hot that it’s like a shock, but I step down and sink up to the waist anyway. It feels good too. Soothing. Scalding. It burns away the nightmares from earlier, and I can feel myself actually relaxing. “This is nice,” I declare overly loudly. I stretch my arms out above my head. “Really nice.”
“You’re such a picklehead,” Sutton grumbles.
I’m not looking at her, but I can hear the whoosh and rustle of clothing. In moments, I hear her soft steps grow closer. I plan on not looking at her as she gets in, but my plan goes to shit the second my eyes land on her shapely calves. After a single look, my cock roars to attention, and my gaze quickly climbs to her creamy thighs, all the way up to the smooth juncture of her apex, up to her flat belly, and up even more to her perfect, pert breasts with the dark buds of her nipples. By the time my eyes travel past her beautiful collarbone and the hollow of her throat where her pulse is thrumming, there’s a beautiful red stain on her cheeks. I feel a little red myself because I just openly ogled her.
She sinks down into the water, covering up all her lithe, curvy feminine beauty. At the risk of sounding like a total and utter male pig, I think it’s a crime for her not to be walking around naked. Like, all the time. Except I’d have to kill anyone else who looked at her. And of course, everyone would be looking at her. She’s commanding. Captivating. Gorgeously shaped like a goddess.
She’s pretty much the whole package. Gorgeous. Smart. Caring. Kind. Beautiful. She doesn’t even like me, yet she’s nice enough to me, and she’s also looked after my ass on more than one occasion now. She has a wicked sense of humor, she’s calm under pressure, and she doesn’t mind me having a total breakdown in public. Or in private.
We’re silent as the water bubbles and swirls softly between us. Sutton stares at me without blinking. I stare back.
“Damn it all to hell,” she mutters. “Can we please make out now?”