“Um, just take my word for it, ‘kay?”
He lightly pushed her away, reached for the pill bottle, and tossed her a pink pill. The very same one that had sent him into dreamland for at least a half-hour.
She took the pill and grimaced as the water touched her lips.
“Shower.” He looked at his arms then at her lips.
She blushed.
“What? Suddenly turning into a prude on me?”
“No.” Kacey bit her lip and forced a piece of hair behind her ear. “It’s just that, well, the stuff I used, it has clove and some other things in it, and water just makes it worse. You have to use oil to get it off of your skin.
“Oil.” He repeated, mouth slightly ajar. “What type of oil?”
“Coconut oil.”
“Right.” He gulped and turned away, lifting his arm above his head to scratch his neck. “So we have to rub down with oil.”
She nodded.
“But I can’t actually…” He nodded in her direction, and she gave him a blank stare. He looked up at the ceiling. “I can’t actually touch you because then the oil and the numbing cream will get on you.”
She bit her lip and winked.
“So I can look but I can’t touch?” Why did he need to keep torturing himself? No matter how many ways he said it. No still meant no. He would have to watch her lather herself with oil while he stood there like an idiot, keeping his hands to himself.
“Maybe it would be best if we did this separately. You know… you go into one room and I go into the other.” His body jerked in opposition.
“Travis.” Kacey put her hands on her hips. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“I lost it along with my manhood the minute I fell asleep and began drooling.”
“C’mon, you can do it.”
“Oh, I know very well I can do it, thank you very much. I’m just unable to perform at this given moment in time. Believe me, my body has no problem understanding what I can and cannot do.”
Kacey’s eyes scanned him from head to toe, her eyes stopping exactly where a lady’s eyes should never linger. “I see.”
Yeah, anyone could see. She’d have to be blind not to see.
Blood began to pulse through his system into all the wrong places. Could a man die with want?
“We’ll go fast.” She placed her hand in his.
“Yes, because every man dreams of going fast when he’s in the presence of a beautiful woman as she slathers oil across her naked breasts and moans and…”
“Travis?”
“Yeah?” he said hoarsely.
“We aren’t making a porno, so there won’t be any moaning.”
“Hey, it’s my torture, and I’m imagining moaning. Let me dream.”
She lifted her hands up into the air as if giving up and marched ahead of him up the stairs.
He counted each stair as his foot hit, hoping and praying that somehow he would get through this without exploding or doing anything remotely embarrassing. His track record proved that the odds were not in his favor. Damn Hunger Games’ reference. He cursed and stomped up the last two stairs to the master suite shower. It was the biggest one in the house and had two shower heads and the rain effect that made you feel like you were, well, getting rained on.