Book 194: Playing Hooky

Playing Hooky

When I heard the doorknob of the bathroom, my shoulders tensed. I couldn’t see out of the glass because of the steam, but I held my breath. The sound of the door closing made me shiver.

It was Charles, I could just feel him. He opened the shower door and stepped in, he was naked. I watched as he stepped toward me, the water streaming down his muscles. God, his muscles. Before he’d left, he’d had a hint of a stomach. Now he had a six-pack.

My pulse jackhammered so hard that I could feel it on my wrists and my neck and between my legs. Especially between my legs. I stood half under the hot water, blinking and slicking back my wet hair with my hands. I think my mouth was hanging open because I was about to say something. What, I wasn’t sure.

I thought he’d pause to say something, do something, look at me. But he didn’t. Instead, he cupped my face in his hands and assaulted my lips with his. Need sliced through me and I slipped my hands onto his chest, feeling his cock again