Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
My heart clenches. Hugging the basket to my chest, I wish it were him. The first step is acknowledging I have a problem. I’m addicted to Shane Faris romancing me. “Is there anything you don’t remember?”
“About our time together? No. I remember every second.” He reaches down to turn off the water. “Careful, or it will overflow.”
My heart is already. “Thank you again for all the bath products.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll go get that wine.”
It’s too late to add bubbles, so I choose a bath bomb to soften my skin and because it smells so good. After leaving my clothes on the bed, I slip into the tub and sink under the hot water, covering my shoulders but not my feet. Maybe one day I’ll get to try out that huge tub he spoke about at his place.
He walks in after a quick rap on the door, too fast to warn him. “Wait.”
His feet halt, and he turns sideways. “Sorry. I thought you’d be covered in bubbles.”
“Bath bombs don’t bubble up,” I reply, not feeling the need to cover up. It may have been ten months, but I can’t imagine my body has changed much. Or I’ll need a refund from the yoga studio.
His eyes aren’t closed, but he seems to be solving the great mystery of the pyramids by staring at the shower tiles. “Ah. Okay. I have your wine.”
“Do you mind handing it to me?” He comes forward in silence. I take the glass and a sip as he returns to the bedroom. “Thank you.” Before he’s gone, I ask, “Shane?”
“Yeah?” he replies out of my line of sight.
“Do you want to stay and talk to me?”
“From the bedroom?”
I take another sip and open the possibility for more once again. “No. In here with me.”
He appears in the doorway, but his eyes stay locked on mine. “Isn’t that how it started last time?”
“We could try a second time?” Even I know I’m asking for more than a bathroom companion to talk about the weather.
“I’ll get a drink and be right back, then.” Shane doesn’t take long, but when he returns, I notice his body seems lighter, his shoulders straighter, the smile on his handsome face wider. He sits beside the tub, leaning against the wall, and says, “Hi.”
“Hi.” I knew then that this was the beginning we were meant to have.
27
Shane
“Where will you sleep tonight?” Cat asks, appearing from the hallway dressed in tight black shorts that show off her tan legs and a Faris Wheel T-shirt that fits her curves in all the perfect ways.
I could fuck her right here against this counter looking that good. Great tits, pert nipples begging for my touch or for me to wrap my mouth around them. Just a little nip between the teeth before going lower and fucking her with my tongue until she comes, screaming my name. “Nice shirt. I didn’t know you were a fan?”
“The biggest,” she lies. I can tell by the smirk and mischievous eyes.
“My mom and dad could argue that title.”
She laughs. “Must be nice.” She looks relaxed after the bath, so I won’t dig in with deep questions. I’ve been curious about her parents for a while, and the story that led her to our high school junior year.
“That shirt’s a classic from our San Diego days.” I eye her, pretending I’m interested in the design, when I’m still staring at her tits. “That’s before we had a record deal. Nikki made those shirts in her bedroom. I sold them after the concert. Did you go to that show?”
“No. I wish I had, though.” She pulls it away from her chest and looks down at it. The edges are peeling off, and it hasn’t aged well, but it looks damn good on her. “I found it on eBay.” Lifting the hem of the shirt, she pulls something from the top of her shorts and slaps it down on the counter between us. “It came with your autograph.”
Chuckling, I pull the paper closer and study it. I glance up at her. “I would have given it to you for free.”
Strutting around the island, she holds the shirt up by the seams at her shoulders. “But then I wouldn’t have this gem.”
What am I going to do with her? I know what I want to . . .
“Nikki probably has some lying around back at her parents’ house.” I turn to face her as she leans her elbow on the counter and crosses one ankle over the other. She’s not only looking incredibly sexy but sassy as fuck. I thought she only had one glass of wine. I can’t wait to find out what happens when she has two.
“I’ll let you know if this one falls apart in the wash. It’s seen better days, but it’s vintage.”
“Sure is, and by the way”—I push the paper toward her—“it’s a forgery.”