Bound to Ignite (South Jersey Bound Series) by Tess Lamont

fallen asleep.”
    Let her go? Her cheeks pinked. “Excuse me.”
    She walked to the bathroom fully aware of his gaze on her ass.
    “Do you have a robe or something I can borrow?” she called from inside the safety of the door.
    “I have a robe, but you can’t borrow it. I prefer you naked.”
    She peeked at him around the door through narrow eyes.
    He raised a brow as his half-grin mocked.
    She shut the door, quick. Squinting into the mirror, she gathered her hair into a fist-ponytail. Her lips were deep red and her skin still splotchy from friction. Anyone seeing her would know she’d been nailed like a fuckbunny. That was before she tried to sit!
    Her nipples ached; her ass twinged. She squinted into the mirror. Was that a hickey? Damn. He might as well have written ‘Eric’s’ in permanent marker all over her body.
    A panicky feeling quaked in her chest. What was she going to do? Last night, she’d truly felt like she was falling in love. When he’d cared for her, he had been so tender. She’d been sure he felt something deep for her as well. This morning, however, everything seemed complicated yet again.
    Where could they go from here? Surely, they couldn’t sustain this kind of intensity for very long. If they grew bored with one another, she’d lose this precious thread to her past, and she cherished her childhood friendships—they were irreplaceable.
    Excuses.
    She gulped some mouthwash and swished. She just couldn’t talk to him about her confused feelings. She couldn’t! How could she look at him after calling him ‘sir’ all night long? What must he think of her now? As she finished rinsing, a gentle rap sounded against the door.
    “Jillie?” His call was playful and suggestive.
    “You can’t come in.” Her voice was high-pitched and whiny. She winced.
    “You’re wrong. Look at the door, there is no lock.”
    Shit.
    “You don’t need to hide, and I’m not going to force my way in. Open the door.”
    She scowled. She was not hiding. Well, maybe a little. She put her hand on her hip and opened the door.
    “Do you have to pee or something?”
    “Nope, took care of it before I woke you. I just thought we could get ready faster if we showered together.”
    She highly doubted his plan’s efficiency, but the idea of a soothing, warm shower in his arms tantalized. He had the most amazing shoulders…
    Oh man, she was lost. “Ah, okay.”
    He smiled and touched a finger to her forehead. He stepped around her and turned on the water.
    “It takes a moment for it to get hot. I should have replaced the water heater during the renovation, but I didn’t. It’s in the area meant for…” He shut his mouth abruptly and turned away.
    Interesting. What didn’t he want to tell her?
    He cleared his throat. “I’m guessing you like it hot, but, ah, warm water would be better for your—”
    “Warm is fine,” she interrupted, blushing.
    He grinned and flipped on a heat lamp. The small bathroom warmed instantly under the glowing red light.
    “Is the temperature good?” He guided her hand into the stream of water.
    “It’s good,” she said.
    She stepped into the tiled bath and he joined her. She reached for the soap.
    “Stay still.” He placed his hands on her shoulders. “Let me wash you.”
    She gave up fighting. She closed her eyes and let the warm water trickle over her skin. He ran the sudsy bar all over her body, slithering bubbles and massaging. She reveled in the slippery, sensual sensation.
    Her legs wobbled when his hands swept across her thighs. Sweet satisfaction made her sigh as he slid the soap back and forth against her pussy.
    She laughed low in her throat. “I think I’m clean by now.”
    “Well, I think I’ll do a closer inspection.” He angled the showerhead to rinse her and then he sank to his heels.
    She listened to the water splash against his back. He flicked his tongue against her clit with expert efficiency and the warm water heated the small enclosure. She