I’m wondering what to do, and the thought momentarily frustrates me. I think it best to use the family bathroom down the hall. No one is in, so I can basically do whatever I like.
I make my way over to the middle of the landing, holding on to my towel and toiletries. The poor bathroom feels unused. I bet no one has ever even been in it before. The lovely marble sink is waiting for me just at the door, and the shower is tucked neatly in the corner. To the right is a huge jacuzzi bath that looks very inviting, but it would probably be best for me to avoid that particular amenity for the time being. It will only make me more sexually frustrated than I already am.
I slip open the glass door to the shower and turn on the faucet. Once the water feels tepid, I slide the towel down to the floor and walk in.
The water is lovely and just the ticket I need right now. I stand there for a while with my eyes closed, just savoring the moment. After a while, I turn around to wet my hair, taking in just how good this all feels. I massage some shampoo into my hair and start lathering it up. Once rinsed, I go to work on the rest of me. I trail my hand down across my breast, and a jolt of need passes through me as I squeeze my nipple. I lean my head back—eyes still closed—fantasizing that Jake is here, touching me and caressing my whole body.
I picture his lips and the way they curve up into the sexiest smile I have ever seen. Moving my hand lower, I place it on my mound and gently squeeze. With my heart racing even more, I get to work rinsing off the rest of the suds, tracing my hands across my breasts until my nipples are rock hard. I push my head back one more time to make sure the suds are all out of my hair, and once I’m satisfied, I pull my head back up so I can open my eyes.
My heart skips a few beats as I stare into the most beautiful turquoise-green eyes. Our eyes are locked for a few seconds. He’s gaping, and I’m feeling like the world’s worst pervert for touching myself.
Why did I forget to shut the door? Why did I do what I just did? More importantly, just how long has Jake been standing there?
My gasping is what jolts us both out of our longing stare. Jake quickly turns to leave, and in my panic, I quickly shut the shower off, take a step out, and slip—going arse over onto the bathroom floor.
“Shit, shit, and double shit!” I shout. God, my bum is going to be sore later.
“Ana, are you okay?”
Jake walks back in, but I’m still bare ass naked on the floor. Oh, how much more embarrassing can this get?
Averting his eyes, he holds out his hand to lift me up. The problem is that he does it with such gusto that I slam right into his wonderfully solid chest. If all of this wasn’t so totally fucking embarrassing, it would be comical.
My hair—and everything else that’s dripping wet—is now soaking the T-shirt that Jake is so expertly wearing. However, I have to say that the shirt being wet only serves to further heighten his appeal. I’m only slightly ashamed that I’m able to take the time to notice how well the wet fabric molds to each and every one of his muscles while I’m feeling such intense embarrassment. He wraps his arm around my waist and holds me up to him. We stare at each other again for a few moments as time seems to stand still. The only things moving are our hearts as they beat against each other’s chests. Surely, he isn’t feeling what I am?
I look down to his lips and can’t help but lick my own in sweet, tortured anticipation of locking his with mine. Seeing this, Jake also trails his eyes down towards my lips, catching the moment they let me down and give the game away.
As if things couldn’t get any more intense, I suddenly feel something hard against my groin. I gasp as I take in the knowledge that—without a doubt—this is affecting him as much as it’s affecting me. The fire between my legs is burning so hot that it’s almost painful. My shower certainly didn’t help to calm things down. I’m a bloody horny mess.
I wait in glorious agony for him to make the first move. I grip his arm as my breasts heave against his chest.
How many more hints does he need?
His eyes seem to study every square inch of my face, and the thought sends me into overdrive. If he doesn’t kiss me soon, I think I’m going to explode. Without thinking, he seems to squeeze me to him a little more, and my legs turn to jelly as my nipples harden. I can tell he’s just as aware as I am when his breathing picks up. I moan in anticipation, desperate for him to touch me, and to my surprise, Jake lets out a slight growl in return.
I’m yours, goddammit! Take me!
When he doesn’t make any moves towards me, however, my need for him quickly morphs into rejection. How much more embarrassing can this get?
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He’s trying to look anywhere else as I frantically grab my towel off the floor and wrap it around myself.
He finally glances at me for one fleeting moment. “Are you okay?”
No, I’m not okay. I am deeply ashamed, feel completely rejected, and am sexually frustrated as hell. How could I possibly be okay?
Of course, I don’t say that, though. “I’m fine. Thank you for helping me.”
He nods his head—still unable to look in my direction—and swiftly walks down the stairs. How am I ever going to look him in the eye again?
I quickly make my way back to my bedroom to get dressed, shaking my head as I go. I know I’m going to have to face him soon because my need for food is starting to overwhelm me.
With a heavy sigh, I slip on a tank top with a pair of short shorts and walk downstairs. My hair is still wet from the shower, but I can’t be bothered to blow it dry just yet. I walk in the kitchen and find Jake eating scrambled eggs and toast. My stomach grumbles as I quickly clock the plate in front of me.
Jake smiles when I glance towards the plate. “I made some extra for you. I hope you don’t mind?”
“Not at all. Thank you. I’m starving after my run.” I sit down and quickly start to tuck in.
Man, his eggs are good!
Despite feeling embarrassed about what happened, I feel the need to say something. “I’m really sorry about earlier. I didn’t think anyone was home, and I’m used to leaving my bathroom door open since my bedroom door is always already closed. I completely forgot. I knew Matthew wasn’t here, but I should have realized you could be home at any time. It wasn’t a good idea on my part.”
He studies me for a moment while eating his food. “No, it wasn’t the best idea, but it was an easy mistake to make. So don’t worry about it. Why were you using that shower anyway?”
I clear my throat. “Well, my shower wouldn’t turn on, and I must admit I was feeling pretty desperate. I was so hot after my run, and it was the first shower I thought to use. I hope that’s okay?”
I see him visibly cringe when I mention my run. For some reason, it’s still a sore spot for him. “That’s fine,” he finally says on a sigh. “That is what it’s there for. There’s probably a faulty valve which needs replacing in yours. I’ll have a look at it before I hit the gym.”
“Thanks. That’s kind of you.” I shift in my seat and visibly wince. My ass is really sore. I’m betting I’ll have a bruise the size of Mount Vesuvius on it by tomorrow.
Jake frowns. “Are you okay? You look like you’re in pain.”