I shrug and turn around, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing out my mouth.
“I can’t help it,” I say, drying my mouth with the hand towel on the sink and looking at him through the mirror. “I don’t like your comfort zone. It’s too tight in there for the both of us.”
His hands trail around my stomach, and he hugs me to his bare chest as he kisses my neck. “But I like tight places,” he whispers.
I twist around and hold his eyes as I unfasten his belt. “You need a shower,” I tell him. “Is he still here?”
He grabs my hands, stopping me. “Yes, unfortunately…”
I walk over to the shower, opening the door and turning on the water.
“You know,” I tell him, “if I’m too much trouble, I can get out of your hair. April called me today. Made me an offer.”
He turns and crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back on the sink. “April?” he repeats. “How did she get your number? And what kind of an offer?”
I unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor, and push my underwear down my legs. His eyes scale down me, resting on my breasts—his favorite part—and I go on.
“Her brother owns a house he hasn’t had any luck renting it out,” I explain. “She thought it would be great for me to move in. The rent is cheap in exchange for cleaning up the place. A whole house all to myself.”
I step into the shower, but when I try to pull the door closed, Pike is holding it open.
“Well, that was nice of her,” he says, not looking at all happy.
He then starts unbuttoning his jeans, suddenly deciding to join me, I guess.
I nod innocently. “Mmm-hmm,” I say. “She’s an angel. So selfless.”
“Right.” He quirks a brow and steps in, closing the door.
We both know damn well I ruined her night when she was here last, so she can be “helpful” all she wants, but what she’s really doing is helping herself by getting me out of her way.
“And what did you say?” he asks, leaning his head back under the spray and wetting his hair.
“I said I’d think about it.”
“But you can save more money staying here for a while,” he points out. “I think that’s best. Don’t you?”
I laugh to myself, soaping up my loofah. His motives aren’t exactly selfless, either.
“She was concerned I might be uncomfortable,” I explain. “Us here alone together…”
He pushes me back against the wall, and I suck in a breath, dropping the loofah. His hand dives between my legs, and he lifts up my knee, opening me for him. He softly and slowly rubs my clit in circles, making me pulse and go weak in the knees.
“You uncomfortable?” he asks, his voice low and husky.
“No.” My breaks shakes. “But maybe you miss having the place to yourself? Maybe she thought I was in your hair.”
His heated eyes bore into mine, and he shakes his head slowly. “If you leave, I won’t have everything I need in this house.”
He increases his speed, hovering his mouth over mine, and then he slips a finger inside me.
I gasp, closing my eyes, and his lips sink
into mine, kissing me soft and slow as he enters my body again and again.
His tongue flicks my top lip, and then he whispers, “How can I not want to come home to this everyday? So fucking sweet.”
He pulls out of me and then slides back in, two fingers this time, slow and gentle, as he pins me to the wall. I let my head fall back, whimpering as he watches my face.