other hand reached for her arm. “Are you all right?”
Kamaria pulled her face into a well-practiced mask. “I guess I’m still out of it. The last twenty-four hours have been a little crazy.”
“Then I feel even better about surprising you with this.” Jack led her into the bathroom. The calming scent of lavender filled her nose. Jack leaned over the bathtub and turned off the faucet. “Take off your clothes.”
“Excuse me?”
Kamaria searched his face. His eyes held no glint of humor. “You. Naked. In the tub. Take a break.”
She stepped past Jack and gripped her clothes close to her body. “Okay.”
“I put the bath salts from your welcome basket in the water.” A proud grin spread across his face.
“Thanks.” Dammit, he was back to Mr. Perfect again. They stood there staring at each other awkwardly for a few seconds. “Did you want to join me, or…”
“No, this is your time. There’s a towel on top of the sink for you. Is there anything else you need before I step out?” Her insides fluttered. Now he was Mr. Too Perfect. Jack grabbed the door handle and backed out of the room. “Enjoy.”
“Damn.” She let out the breath as she wriggled out of her denim jacket. She looked back at the door from which Jack had exited. “That man isn’t just perfect. He’s a keeper.”
Exactly the kind of man who didn’t deserve to get swept up in her drama-filled life.
She lifted her dress over her head and chucked it onto the floor. The rest of her garments quickly followed. She lowered herself into the tub. The water sloshed around as she settled herself. The temperature was perfect.
She soaked for about twenty minutes before she pulled out the stopper. She still wasn’t ready for the world yet. Now was as good a time as any to wash her hair.
Kamaria pulled out the few hairpins securing her updo. She got out of the tub and swiped her toiletries from the sink. As she entered the separate shower stall, she didn’t miss the fact that it was big enough for two.
She turned on the showerhead and backed her head into the spray. With shampoo pooled in her palms, she wound her fingers through her locks and scrubbed at her scalp. Her homemade peppermint oil shampoo tingled as it worked through to her roots. Twisting her hair back into decent shape would take forever. Normally, she would balk at the task. But, right now, taking time to take care of herself was just what she needed.
Kamaria leaned back and let the showerhead rinse the concoction from her hair. What was she going to do about Jack? The way he had swept her into his arms had her walls crumbling. She could tell he wanted her again just as badly as she wanted him. But he had kicked into protective mode rather than taking advantage. She had no defense for that.
Sneaking out of his apartment while he had been asleep was supposed to avoid this very situation. One night of amazing sex. No strings attached. Even if she’d never set eyes on Jack again, she’d been tied to him. The night they’d shared was something she’d forever cherish. Not that she wanted to admit that, even to herself.
Once her hair was clean, Kamaria squirted some of her favorite jasmine-scented body wash onto a loofah. She started lathering her inner thigh, but had to stop as memories of Jack washed over her.
Turning her life into one of her romance novel plots had never been the plan…
It was just her luck that the chapters she needed to finish this weekend were the steamy ones. Maybe she should just type up all the things that Jack had done to her last night. Then, she wouldn’t be tempted to spread her legs for him a second time.
Maybe it was time for her to look into a Gamblers Anonymous meeting. She’d blown three years of sobriety within the first twenty-four hours back in town, and she had three more days to go. See? Drama. But who wanted to sit in a room with a bunch of addicts when sexy-assed Jack Alderisi could be naked and ready in her bed when she
Kamaria pulled her face into a well-practiced mask. “I guess I’m still out of it. The last twenty-four hours have been a little crazy.”
“Then I feel even better about surprising you with this.” Jack led her into the bathroom. The calming scent of lavender filled her nose. Jack leaned over the bathtub and turned off the faucet. “Take off your clothes.”
“Excuse me?”
Kamaria searched his face. His eyes held no glint of humor. “You. Naked. In the tub. Take a break.”
She stepped past Jack and gripped her clothes close to her body. “Okay.”
“I put the bath salts from your welcome basket in the water.” A proud grin spread across his face.
“Thanks.” Dammit, he was back to Mr. Perfect again. They stood there staring at each other awkwardly for a few seconds. “Did you want to join me, or…”
“No, this is your time. There’s a towel on top of the sink for you. Is there anything else you need before I step out?” Her insides fluttered. Now he was Mr. Too Perfect. Jack grabbed the door handle and backed out of the room. “Enjoy.”
“Damn.” She let out the breath as she wriggled out of her denim jacket. She looked back at the door from which Jack had exited. “That man isn’t just perfect. He’s a keeper.”
Exactly the kind of man who didn’t deserve to get swept up in her drama-filled life.
She lifted her dress over her head and chucked it onto the floor. The rest of her garments quickly followed. She lowered herself into the tub. The water sloshed around as she settled herself. The temperature was perfect.
She soaked for about twenty minutes before she pulled out the stopper. She still wasn’t ready for the world yet. Now was as good a time as any to wash her hair.
Kamaria pulled out the few hairpins securing her updo. She got out of the tub and swiped her toiletries from the sink. As she entered the separate shower stall, she didn’t miss the fact that it was big enough for two.
She turned on the showerhead and backed her head into the spray. With shampoo pooled in her palms, she wound her fingers through her locks and scrubbed at her scalp. Her homemade peppermint oil shampoo tingled as it worked through to her roots. Twisting her hair back into decent shape would take forever. Normally, she would balk at the task. But, right now, taking time to take care of herself was just what she needed.
Kamaria leaned back and let the showerhead rinse the concoction from her hair. What was she going to do about Jack? The way he had swept her into his arms had her walls crumbling. She could tell he wanted her again just as badly as she wanted him. But he had kicked into protective mode rather than taking advantage. She had no defense for that.
Sneaking out of his apartment while he had been asleep was supposed to avoid this very situation. One night of amazing sex. No strings attached. Even if she’d never set eyes on Jack again, she’d been tied to him. The night they’d shared was something she’d forever cherish. Not that she wanted to admit that, even to herself.
Once her hair was clean, Kamaria squirted some of her favorite jasmine-scented body wash onto a loofah. She started lathering her inner thigh, but had to stop as memories of Jack washed over her.
Turning her life into one of her romance novel plots had never been the plan…
It was just her luck that the chapters she needed to finish this weekend were the steamy ones. Maybe she should just type up all the things that Jack had done to her last night. Then, she wouldn’t be tempted to spread her legs for him a second time.
Maybe it was time for her to look into a Gamblers Anonymous meeting. She’d blown three years of sobriety within the first twenty-four hours back in town, and she had three more days to go. See? Drama. But who wanted to sit in a room with a bunch of addicts when sexy-assed Jack Alderisi could be naked and ready in her bed when she
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