Page 89 of The Last Goodbye

I rubbed my eyes and glanced at his phone to see the time, then sprang out of bed and wrapped myself in his black silk sheet. “I’m supposed to meet the flooring guys and the painters in an hour. I need to run home and take a quick shower.”

“It’s that post-sex haze,” he said, shaking his head as his gaze found mine. “I need to take a shower, too.”

“Okay.” I reached for my running shorts, and he swatted them away.

“What are you doing? We need to go,” I reminded him over my laughter. I reached for them again, and he tugged them away for a second time.

“I know we can’t finish what we started, but we both need to shower. Come on, stay with me a little bit longer.” He reached for my hand and moved to his feet.

The man was stark naked and completely unfazed. Meanwhile, I was wrapped in his bedsheet and trying to get dressed.

“You want me to shower with you before I leave?”

“I do.” A smile pulled at one side of his mouth, and I found it completely irresistible. “And we’ll be saving the environment.”

Now it was my turn to chuckle. “Ahhh…you’re worried about the environment, are you?”

“Lose the sheet, Magpie. Our time here is not done. If you’re giving me just today, then you owe me a shower.” He stepped closer, tugging at the corner of the sheet that I’d tucked in between my boobs to keep it in place.

“I need to wash my hair.” Why was I suddenly nervous? We’d had sex, for God’s sake. I’d crossed professional boundaries, and personal boundaries, all in the name of hot, steamy sex. All while knowing this couldn’t go anywhere.

And now he wanted to shower with me?

It made no sense. It was reckless and irresponsible.

He stepped closer. “You’re overthinking this. Come on. I’ll wash your hair for you.”

“You’re going to wash my hair?” My mouth dropped open as I gaped at him.

His hand moved beneath my chin, pushing it up and closing my mouth. “Not sure you want to have your mouth hanging open like that when I’m dying to fill it.”

“You’re so crude,” I snipped.

“And you’re clearly turned on.” He ran his fingers over my breasts, and my nipples were so sensitive, they were a dead giveaway.

“Fine. No funny business. We need to be fast.” I crossed my arms over my chest, and he winked as he led me to the bathroom.

It was a houseboat, so I’d expected a tiny bathroom, but it was fairly spacious. A decent-size walk-in shower with black-and-white tile and a large vanity and mirror, with what looked to be a fancy, high-end toilet.

He stepped inside and turned on the shower. “Why do you look so surprised?”

“It’s so big,” I admitted, and of course the jackass looked down at his very eager erection.

“I know. It’s impressive, isn’t it?”

My head tipped back as a fit of laughter escaped me, and I set the sheet on the counter and stepped into the shower. “You’ve got a big head, McGrumpy.”

“Like I said, I’m more than aware.”

I groaned. “I just keep setting you up for it, don’t I?”

“Turn around,” he commanded, and I rolled my eyes because the man was so bossy. The hot water felt heavenly, but it was his hands that had me swallowing the groan that threatened to escape as I turned around, my back touching his chest.

He soaped up my hair, massaging my scalp, and once again—it all felt very intimate. I made an effort to keep my voice even and unaffected. “I was saying that your bathroom is big, by the way.”

He continued massaging my scalp. “Cutler did the renovation on this place, and I was glad we could create a decent-size bathroom.”

He reached for the hand sprayer and used it to rinse my hair as he tilted my head back.