Annnd here she was. In a penthouse for the first time in years. “Wow.”
“It’s what made me buy the place,” Taylor said from behind her.
He stood just far away so that he wasn’t crowding her, and he’d been doing that all night. It was part of what made her so comfortable around him. She trusted him, which was ridiculous, really, considering they’d just met. There was an undeniable attraction that pulled her closer to him.
Did he sense it, too?
“It’s beautiful,” she said.
“I know,” he murmured.
She turned and found him watching her. Her stomach knotted, and her breath hitched in her throat. It took everything she had not to glance down to see if she were on fire, as she burned so very hot for him. Nervously, she laughed and pressed her back against the cool glass of the window. It did nothing to save her from the flames he shot her way without even trying.
“So…” she started awkwardly.
He quirked a brow. “Yes?”
She was out of practice with one-night stands and had forgotten how to smoothly transition from the sexual tension to the actual sex part. Not to mention, she smelled kind of gross after working hard all day. Sliding her gaze to the side, her attention fell to the fireplace, and she latched on to it gratefully as a safe topic.
“I’m disappointed,” she said, her voice cracking.
Out of the corner of her eye, his brow inched higher. “Why?”
She tipped her head to the left, pressing more firmly against the glass window. “No fur rug or clap-on lights.”
He let out a soft laugh, running his hand through his hair. “They’re not really my style.”
“What is?”
He dropped his hands to her shoulders. “Understated lavishness.”
Resting her hands on his chest, she nibbled on her lower lip, torn between wanting to be clean and fresh for him and the desire to move things forward toward her end goal—being naked and quivering with pleasure in his bed before hitting the road and forgetting all about him.
As if she would ever forget spending a night in Taylor’s arms.
His hands gripped her waist…
He lowered his head toward hers…
His mouth moved until it was a mere breath away…
“I have a weird question,” she blurted out seconds before his mouth collided with hers.
He froze, his fingers flexing. “Yes?”
“I…” She swallowed hard, knowing if she rose on tiptoe, their lips would be touching. “Can I…uh…shower?”
He cocked his head to the side. “You want to use my shower on our first date?”
“Yes.” Hesitantly, she fisted his shirt. “And maybe…?”
He was hard. Hot. Sexy.
“Yes?” he murmured.
“Maybe you could shower, too?” Before she lost the nerve. “At the same time?”
His body tensed against hers. “Are you insinuating I smell?”