He was humming to himself as he poured himself a mug of coffee. "Do you want some?"
"Wha? Oh, no thanks." Mandy moved out of the kitchen and sat at the dining table. The light was dimmer over here. She was seriously considering her options.
Kip sat down beside her. His mug in one hand, his other hand on her leg. She could smell his cologne mixed with the coffee. There was the smell of him too. And from somewhere, she could smell her body's reaction to him. She pressed her legs together, feeling the dampness against her skin. She was so fucked. No, that wasn't it. He was going to be though.
She watched him as he drank his coffee in silence. She just leaned against him slightly, breathing in the early morning air, as she stared out his patio doors that led off his kitchen onto his deck.
"I have to go shower. I don't usually sleep in my clothes."
"Me neither," she admitted. He stood and put his empty mug in the sink.
"The invitation is open," he said, just before he went up the stairs. She smiled to herself. She sat at the table for a moment more. Then she went upstairs, grabbed some clean clothes from her bag and shut her door. Colton would assume she was still sleeping and head downstairs to play video games. If he woke, he'd stayed up later than usual.
As she went into Kip's bedroom, she felt her heart thud against her ribs. She took a deep breath and closed the door. She could hear the shower already on. She stared at the closed bathroom door for a few moments, trying to settle her nerves. Finally she stripped her clothes off and opened the door.
The room was steamy and she quickly shut it behind her. She ran her hand along the marble counter top, and then across the edge of the jacuzzi. The amount of money Kip had sunk in. It set her a little off balance. She forced those thoughts to the side, as she opened the shower door.
Kip yelped as he spun around. He wiped the water off his face. "Still open?" she asked, her voice pitched high.
He took her hand and pulled her into the spray of hot water. He kissed her then, as the water ran over his head, down her face. He moved so their bodies were pressed together.
Wordlessly, he soaped up his hands and started with her shoulders. By the time he was done, she had been washed all over by his hands. He shut off the water and climbed out. She just wordlessly followed his soundless demands. He dried her off and she closed her eyes, glorying in his hands on her body.