When I pulled my Jeep into the garage, there was a white Acura on the right side of the driveway. It had no plates on the back of the car, but I’d bet my new roomie got new wheels because I hadn’t seen the car earlier.
The water in Andi’s shower was running and I groaned as I walked by on the way to my room to change, thinking about her under the hot water lathered with soap. I thought about the way it would cascade down from her shoulders to her thighs passing every place in between to rinse the suds off. How she would squirt shampoo into her hand and then work it into her damp hair, massaging her scalp and then turn and rinse it off. How she would do the same with the conditioner, but this time as the cream stayed in her hair, her hands would glide down to squeeze each tit then pinch her nipples until they puckered. She’d moan at the way it went straight to her pussy, turning her on as she’d think of me and her hand would travel from one of her breasts, making its way down her stomach to her coarse hair and slip between her legs.
She’d throw her head back, leaving her body in the spray of the warm water and began teasing herself by applying pressure with the palm of her hand that stayed between her legs. Using the water with her arousal, she would start sliding her fingers through her needy pussy lips, making sure she took the time to massage her clit with her two fingers.
She’d groan out my name, wishing it was me using my fingers as she slipped one then two inside her, pumping in and out. She’d have to use the wall of her shower to brace herself from falling as she thrust over and over, bringing herself closer and closer to release. Knowing she was at the brink of exploding, she would take the hand holding herself up and widen her stance to brace herself as she slid her free hand down to viciously rub her clit causing her to moan. And then, as she came with a jerk, images of me would flash in her head because she’d want nothing more than to have me fucking her—hard.
Damn, I really needed to get laid!
After changing, I turned the corner to head to the kitchen and ran smack into a warm, wet, Andi. My dreams were coming true. “Gorgeous,” I smirked. My arms wrapped around her, clinching the towel and preventing it from falling as hers went to my chest to steady herself.
“I … uh, I forgot my clothes in my room.”
“Are you sure you didn’t want me to see you naked?” I smirked.
A blush crept up her face. “No, I really forgot my clothes.”
“Are you going to make this a habit?” It didn’t go unnoticed that I was still holding onto her in the middle of our hallway.
She shook her head. “No, I have my first date tonight and I’m nervous.”
“Why are you nervous? It’s the same as D.C. isn’t it?”
She paused for a split second. “I’m sure it is. I just wish it wasn’t tonight. I needed more time to get situated.”
“I know how you feel. I had my first date the day I moved to Vegas.”
“Geez, they don’t waste time.”
“Gotta make that money, gorgeous.”
She bit her bottom lip before responding and I had to fight every urge not to bend down and kiss her. She was naked in my arms and only a few inches from my lips. “Right. Well, I better get to it.” She took a step back and I let go of the towel.
It dropped.
So did my gaze.
She hurried to pull up the towel as words spilled from her mouth. I assumed she sputtered words of embarrassment, but she had nothing to be embarrassed about. I wasn’t listening to anything she was saying because I was focused on her. Her naked body was even better than what I’d imagined it to be. She was toned in all the right places but lean; I could tell she took care of her body. I knew I was going to dream about her until she was mine. She had to be mine. The passion between us was there. I could feel it—almost taste it.
I grabbed her wrist lightly before she could retreat to her room, and cupped her face with my free hand. She tried to look down at the floor. “I know we just met, but there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You have a perfect body, Andi.”
Her gaze met mine under hooded lids. “But that’s the thing, we just met.”
“You’ve never slept with one of your clients or had a one-night stand?” Her cognac eyes widened and I had my answer before she spoke. I took a step forward and brushed a strand of her hair out of her eyes. “Listen, gorgeous, I’ve been on plenty of dates with women and when I tell you that you have nothing to be ashamed of, I mean it. You’re fucking perfect. So what if I caught a glimpse of you naked? I hope it’s not the last time.” I cracked a smile, hoping she’d follow my lead. She did and I breathed a sigh of relief. How in the world this shy chick went on dates for a living was beyond me.
“Are you wishing for naked Thursdays?” She laughed.
“Are you referring to the TV show Friends?”
She smirked and stepped out of my grasp. I watched as she walked toward the doorway of her room.
“You really are after my heart, gorgeous.” I clenched my hands over my heart as if I were having a heart attack and backing up toward the kitchen.
She laughed, shaking her head as she closed herself in her room without another word.
I waited as long as I could for Andi to be ready for her date before I had to leave for mine. Not gonna lie, I wanted to see her dressed up. She walked down the hall in a simple dark blue dress and I immediately regretted my decision to wait. I was jealous. Now I knew without a doubt I’d be thinking of her while I was on my date—which was a bad thing.
“Damn!” I said, dragging out the word. “What would you say if I was the one who bought you for the night?”
Her eyes lit up. “Did you?”
“I wish, gorgeous, I fucking wish. Whoever this guy is, he is one lucky motherfucker.”
“I wouldn’t make you pay for it.” She grabbed her purse.
“Is that right?” I motioned for her to follow me to the garage so I could walk her out.
“I guess we’ll see.”
“We will. Oh, and Andi?” She turned to look at me. “Don’t think about me too much on your date.”
She laughed and got into her car. I noticed she always laughed and avoided me when I made references that probably made her uncomfortable. I still thought she was guarding something …
Maybe even hiding something.
Chapter Nine
Andi
“D on’t think of me too much on your date.”
Did Paul tell me that so I would think about him? Did he tell me that to keep my mind off of the fact that I was nervous as hell? Was he flirting? So many things were going through my mind as I drove to my date.
In the last forty-eighty hours, I’d been in more compromising positions with Paul than I had been in with any other man in the last twelve years. The crazy thing was that I wasn’t uncomfortable. I wasn’t even running for the hills when his hands were on my ass in the hallway earlier as I stood dripping wet. I couldn’t believe that I’d forgotten my clothes in my room or even my robe. I wasn’t used to sharing a place with anyone and my mind was on the fact that I had a date tonight.
My date for the night was a dinner at Javier’s in the Aria hotel. I had yet to be to the strip, but the little I saw in the bumper to bumper traffic as I made my way to the hotel made me never want to go down there again. It was insane. It was almost better to get out and walk if I could, but I’d gotten a tip from Leah to valet park once I’d made it to the hotel. She assured me that all valet parking in Vegas was free, you’d just had to tip them when they got your car at the end.
After I valet parked and found my way to the restaurant, I took a deep breath and tried not to think about what I was actually doing. It reminded me of my seventeenth birthday. The circumstances were different, of course, but there was still a lot that was similar.