Page 81 of Set It Right
Chapter Twenty-eight
Cormac
Thistime,whenIpulled up in front of the guesthouse, I got out with Zara and followed her to her door, taking her keys from her hand, and she pressed close to me while I twisted the lock. Once we were inside, she kicked the door closed and threw her arms around my shoulders.
“Come shower with me,” she said against my lips.
“All right. I’m gonna turn on a light first. I still have a bruise on my knee from the other night.”
She laughed and leaned around me, flipping a switch, bathing the living room in a warm glow.
“Poor baby. You should have told me. I would have kissed it better.” She threaded her fingers through mine. “Come on. As much as I love the hot spring, I’d rather not smell like sulfur.”
“You’ll get no argument from me.”
The bathroom was tiny. A pedestal sink, toilet, and cubicle shower. Zara reached past me to turn on the water then started shedding her clothes.
It took me a minute to catch up. I wasn’t used to seeing this woman naked. My brain went offline the second she revealed her perfect teardrop breasts in the bright bathroom light.
She tilted her head when she found me staring. “What?”
“I—” I swallowed hard, dragging my gaze up to hers. “You’re beautiful. I’m looking.”
She cupped her hands under her breasts, teasing her peaked nipples with her thumbs. “You like these?”
“Are you kidding?” I sputtered. “I like everything.”
With a snicker, she stepped forward, gripped the hem of my shirt, and yanked it over my head. Then her hands were on my abdomen, dragging up to my chest and down my sides.
“You’re beautiful too. I love looking at you and getting to touch you.”
“Touch all you want.”
“I will. You gave me permission to be greedy, remember?”
“You think I’d forget that?”
The shower was a tight fit, but I didn’t mind being crammed against her. I barely even noticed my elbow slamming into the tile, not with my cock trapped between our wet stomachs.
I pulled her in front of me, giving her most of the hot water. Her hair darkened instantly, flattening against her neck. She turned in my arms, water dripping from her lashes. Her gaze drifted to my collarbone, and I felt it this time—the pause, her quiet thoughts—before she touched.
“I can’t believe you did this,” she murmured, tracing the edge of the ink with careful fingers.
My hand drifted down her side, settling on her hip. “I couldn’t believe it when you got the same one. Can’t believe we match.”
“We always have.” She pushed up on her toes, touching her lips to my ink. “Why didn’t you tell me at Jett’s?”
“I don’t know.” I squeezed my eyes shut, pulling her closer. “I didn’t know what to think. Truthfully, I still haven’t wrapped my head around any of this.”
“What—us being here like this?”
“I guess, yeah. Never thought this summer would happen.”
That was such an understatement, but it was enough for now. Maybe for always. I was raw enough without baring the entirety of my soul.
I picked up her shampoo and poured some into my hand. “Turn around. Let’s get you clean.”
She pivoted, nearly slipping when her foot bumped mine.
