Then it was the second week of February, and back to Game On for the Dream Team. When day ten of her cycle arrived, he woke up hard, ready to go. He’d missed her body. Now that he knew what to look forward to, he couldn’t wait to get back to it.
That afternoon and evening, however, he had a job to finish at the McLellan property, goddammit. The timing sucked. All day, as he worked on fixing the damaged portion of the outside wall of their house, all he could think of was getting in bed with Tess. Knowing they could go at it again, knowing he didn’t have to go home and take another cold shower, knowing she was waiting for him . . . it was torture. Finally, at six o’clock, he texted her he’d be on his way over, he just was going home to take a quick shower.
Don’t bother going home, she texted back. Come shower here. I’d love to watch . . .
Holy shit. His cock throbbed in his jeans. The hell with getting dinner first, he’d eat a protein bar he had stashed in his truck. He texted back immediately: Yes ma’am. Be there in fifteen minutes.
When she opened the door to him, wearing that soft, plush red robe of hers, he immediately wondered what was beneath it. She pulled him into the house and hugged him hello, as she always did, but his whole body roared to life. He took her face in his hands and kissed her, plundering her mouth, pressing her tightly against him.
“Someone’s all fired up,” she murmured when he set her mouth free.
“It’s been a long almost-three weeks,” he said, taking his coat off between kisses. “I’m eager to get to work . . .” He yanked off his wool cap. “Gotta admit, I love this job.”
She laughed and took his hat and coat. “Your shower can’t be too hot. Raising your body temperature isn’t ideal for sperm count or mobility. But a quick lukewarm shower . . . I’d love to watch that. You game?”
“You like to watch, huh?” His voice pitched low as he stared at her. The thought of her eyes on him had his whole body pulsing with desire.
“If it’s you? Yes. Yes, I believe I do.”
They went up to the master bathroom, one of the most magnificent bathrooms he’d seen in all his Red Mountain houses. Skylights above, warm wooden walls, a window that showcased the mountains. There was a huge shower, all chrome and elegance, encased in glass; and a deep tub with jets, which was wide enough for two adults to share, even when the two in question were as tall and big as they were. The bathroom was bigger than his living room, for Christ’s sake. But it was nice and warm.
Sitting in her red robe, Tess perched herself on the edge of the tub to watch, crossing her long, bare legs. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders, down her back, and her bright blue eyes sparkled as they locked on him. “This is going to be delicious,” she purred. “Strip for me.”
“Holy crap.” His brows shot up and a short, shocked laugh flew out of him. “You’re in total voyeur mode.”
“It seems so.” She bit down on her lip, unable to hold back a wicked grin. “Do you mind?”
“Mind? It’s turning me on like crazy.”
“Oh good. I need you turned on.”
“You don’t have to work at it, Tess.” He pulled his white wool sweater over his head, then the T-shirt beneath, and let them drop to the floor. Her eyes traveled over his body, taking in what she saw and apparently liking the view. Hot pink bloomed on her cheeks and chest as she watched him leisurely unbutton and unzip his jeans, as he pushed them off and toed off his heavy socks. His erection raged in his boxer briefs as he kicked the pile of clothes aside.
“My sexy friend,” she said, her voice thick with growing desire, “you are exquisite to look at. Hot damn.”
He grinned, even as lust made his blood roar in his ears and race through his veins. “Could you take these off for me?” he asked, low and deliberate as he stepped closer. He stared down at her as his cock strained against the cotton. “Friends help each other, right?”
“Of course they do,” she murmured playfully. She reached out to slip her fingers into the waistband. Her touch made his heart hammer in his chest. As she pushed down the briefs, his hard cock sprung free. She grasped it and ran her thumb over the head, diluting the drop of pre-come there, making him suck in his breath and groan.