ruled it out, either…I was only inviting you for some clean and wholesome shower-time fun.”
“Hmmm,” he hums softly, the sound moving like a gentle vibration under my skin. “Something tells me that any activity that involves you and me naked together is going to result in anything but clean and wholesome, Amelia.”
“Fair enough,” I concur, “but I really do need to shower and head to class.”
Owen nods. “Go ahead and start without me. I’ll join you as soon as I check my messages.”
My cheeks hurt from my incredibly wide smile, and I lean forward to kiss him before hopping off the bed and heading for the bathroom. “Okay!”
I leave the bathroom door open a crack before I turn the shower on to let the water warm, and I brush my teeth before Owen joins me, because, really, morning breath is the worst. After my teeth are clean, I hop behind the shower curtain and wet my hair before lathering it up with shampoo. I’ve just begun to rinse the suds from my hair when I hear the bathroom door creak and the latch click into place. I peek around the curtain and smile when I see Owen at the sink with his black leather toiletries bag, digging through it and producing his toothbrush, toothpaste, and shaving supplies.
“Leave the scruff,” I speak up, causing him to look in my direction and furrow his brow. “I like it.”
Owen chuckles, but he puts his razor and shaving cream back in the bag. “You got some kind of fetish I should know about?”
My laugh bounces off the tile walls of my bathroom, and my cheeks warm. “Not exactly…I just like the way it feels against my skin.”
Intrigued by my response, Owen concedes and brushes his teeth quickly and then makes his way over to join me in the shower. I can’t seem to take my eyes off him as he walks across the tile floor completely naked. He’s not only good-looking with a physique most men my age would desire, but his confidence only adds to his sex appeal.
When he pulls the curtain back to step inside, a blast of cool air hits my skin, making it prickle with goosebumps. I take a step back so Owen can stand beneath the showerhead as I run conditioner through the length of my hair. I watch, entranced, as rivulets of water stream down his body, over every muscle in his back and toward his extremely biteable ass, and I start to think that maybe this shower won’t be as clean and wholesome as I’d originally intended.
Owen turns around and catches me ogling him. “Now who’s staring?”
Channeling my inner-parrot, I smirk, adding a little sass to his earlier retort. “How can I not? You’re stunning.”
Owen advances on me, making me back up until I’m pressed against the cold shower wall. My breathing picks up, and I’m lost in his intense eyes as they bore into mine, the swirls and bursts of two shades of blue hypnotic. Speechless, I silently will him to kiss me. He advances slowly, and my breath hitches, my tongue peeking out to wet my lips, but instead of kissing me, he leans down and grabs the shampoo from the ledge of the tub and takes a step back.
A cocky smirk graces his stupid lips, and I glare, pushing myself away from the wall and hoping my weak knees don’t betray me. Thankfully, they don’t, and I decide that two can play this game.
Turning around, I grab my coconut-scented body wash and squeeze some onto my shower loofah. I work it into a thick, sudsy lather and lift my leg, placing my foot flat on the edge of the tub and leaning over slightly to give him a decent view of my ass as I start to wash—what can I say? I’m a bit of a multi-tasker.
Owen’s groan makes me smile, and I turn my head to see him eying my ass. “See something you like?”
He steps toward me, stopping when his thighs meet my ass, and I can feel his erection pressed between us. “You could say that,” he growls, splaying his hands flat over my water-slickened back and leaning forward. His hands move up my body, over my shoulders, and down my
“Hmmm,” he hums softly, the sound moving like a gentle vibration under my skin. “Something tells me that any activity that involves you and me naked together is going to result in anything but clean and wholesome, Amelia.”
“Fair enough,” I concur, “but I really do need to shower and head to class.”
Owen nods. “Go ahead and start without me. I’ll join you as soon as I check my messages.”
My cheeks hurt from my incredibly wide smile, and I lean forward to kiss him before hopping off the bed and heading for the bathroom. “Okay!”
I leave the bathroom door open a crack before I turn the shower on to let the water warm, and I brush my teeth before Owen joins me, because, really, morning breath is the worst. After my teeth are clean, I hop behind the shower curtain and wet my hair before lathering it up with shampoo. I’ve just begun to rinse the suds from my hair when I hear the bathroom door creak and the latch click into place. I peek around the curtain and smile when I see Owen at the sink with his black leather toiletries bag, digging through it and producing his toothbrush, toothpaste, and shaving supplies.
“Leave the scruff,” I speak up, causing him to look in my direction and furrow his brow. “I like it.”
Owen chuckles, but he puts his razor and shaving cream back in the bag. “You got some kind of fetish I should know about?”
My laugh bounces off the tile walls of my bathroom, and my cheeks warm. “Not exactly…I just like the way it feels against my skin.”
Intrigued by my response, Owen concedes and brushes his teeth quickly and then makes his way over to join me in the shower. I can’t seem to take my eyes off him as he walks across the tile floor completely naked. He’s not only good-looking with a physique most men my age would desire, but his confidence only adds to his sex appeal.
When he pulls the curtain back to step inside, a blast of cool air hits my skin, making it prickle with goosebumps. I take a step back so Owen can stand beneath the showerhead as I run conditioner through the length of my hair. I watch, entranced, as rivulets of water stream down his body, over every muscle in his back and toward his extremely biteable ass, and I start to think that maybe this shower won’t be as clean and wholesome as I’d originally intended.
Owen turns around and catches me ogling him. “Now who’s staring?”
Channeling my inner-parrot, I smirk, adding a little sass to his earlier retort. “How can I not? You’re stunning.”
Owen advances on me, making me back up until I’m pressed against the cold shower wall. My breathing picks up, and I’m lost in his intense eyes as they bore into mine, the swirls and bursts of two shades of blue hypnotic. Speechless, I silently will him to kiss me. He advances slowly, and my breath hitches, my tongue peeking out to wet my lips, but instead of kissing me, he leans down and grabs the shampoo from the ledge of the tub and takes a step back.
A cocky smirk graces his stupid lips, and I glare, pushing myself away from the wall and hoping my weak knees don’t betray me. Thankfully, they don’t, and I decide that two can play this game.
Turning around, I grab my coconut-scented body wash and squeeze some onto my shower loofah. I work it into a thick, sudsy lather and lift my leg, placing my foot flat on the edge of the tub and leaning over slightly to give him a decent view of my ass as I start to wash—what can I say? I’m a bit of a multi-tasker.
Owen’s groan makes me smile, and I turn my head to see him eying my ass. “See something you like?”
He steps toward me, stopping when his thighs meet my ass, and I can feel his erection pressed between us. “You could say that,” he growls, splaying his hands flat over my water-slickened back and leaning forward. His hands move up my body, over my shoulders, and down my
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