Page 17 of Pride

He glanced over his shoulder. His mouth slowly curled into a grin. “Do you think it’s easy for me to refrain from reacting to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you trying to tell me your boobs were in my face by accident?”

I was busted. My face went hot. “I uhhm. I was just…”

“Well, I need a minute,” he said dryly. “You got me a little flustered.”

“I can help you with it,” I said, twisting my hips back and forth as encouragement. “If you want me to.”

He glanced at his crotch and then at me. After a short pause, he stood. His muscular perfection had me mentally stammering for what I should do or say.

“There’ll be none of that until we make it to the coast,” he said.

I felt like someone had popped my birthday balloons. “Are you sure? I’m good to go.”

“I’ve got some things I need to take care of first.”

I had some things I needed to take care of, too. My crotch was tingling. There was only one thing that would satisfy me, and Fisher Knox had it hidden beneath his towel.

“You’ve got to take care of something on the coast before we can mess around? That seems weird.”

“It might to you, but it makes sense to me. If it goes the way I want it to, I’ll make it worth your while.”

“If what goes the way you want it to?”

“My meeting.”

“With who?”

“An old friend.”

“Female friend, or male friend?”

“Male.”

“Oh.”

“I’m going to rinse off.”

“I’ll just be out here wishing I was in there with you.”

“Believe me,” he said. “You’re not the only one wishing.”