I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I could only see and feel what was happening to my body watching him doing what he was doing. Then I had to fight the overwhelming desire to drop my stuff, pull off my clothes, join him in the shower, wrap my arms around him and press my body to his back while he finished.
Or talk him into finishing a different way.
I got hold of myself, backed up and, as silent as I could, I opened the door and scuttled through.
Then, wet hair, tacky body, wet seeping through my clothes, armful of stuff, I found the nearest coffee cart, bought two lattes and juggled them and my things as I went back to the room.
Then I stood outside and pounded on the door with my foot, shouting, “Hands full, hubby! Help me out!”
I waited approximately three point five seconds before the door opened and Ty stood there in faded jeans and nothing else.
My mouth went dry.
It was then I realized I should probably have gone back and jumped in the pool and, maybe, stayed there for a decade.
Visions dancing in my head, by a sheer miracle I pulled it together enough to push through the door and walk by him all the while babbling.
“I got you a coffee. I need breakfast but before, I need to tell you what went down by the pool and then I need a shower so maybe we should do room service because my hunger is eating through my stomach lining and I could use taking off a couple of pounds but I don’t want my system filled with stomach acid in order to do that.”
I stopped, turned, dumped everything in my arms on the floor by holding my elbows out to the sides then I shoved a hand his way, offering him a takeaway latte.
His eyes were on the stuff now scattered on the floor then they moved to the latte.
“It isn’t fancy,” I declared and his eyes moved from the takeaway cup to mine. “Full fat. Considering the amount of muscle you lug around, your metabolism has to be akin to Superman’s so you can hack full fat. And no syrup because I’ve noticed you have a sweet tooth but I haven’t noticed if you lean toward anything specific, you seem to like it all and you’re a huge badass, I didn’t want to get it wrong and incur disfavor so the basic will just have to do.”
When I finally quit babbling and he could get a word in edgewise, he asked, “Are you all right?”
No. No. It was safe to say I was not all right. I’d seen my husband masturbating in the shower, I’d never seen anything more beautiful in my life and I was standing in a hotel room probably looking like garbage when he was three feet away from me looking like the definition of male beauty and I had a near overpowering urge to jump him and fuck his brains out.
So no, I was not all right.
I didn’t share any of this but I still answered, “No.”
His hand came up and he took the latte from me ordering, “Talk to me.”
“I was at the pool,” I told him and then sucked back some of my own latte wondering if Ty would find it amiss if I hit the mini-bar and poured a few of mini-bottles of rum into my coffee. Say, seven of them.
“Yeah, I know. You left me a note,” Ty prompted when I said no more.
“A pool, incidentally, that you didn’t join me at.”
“Lexie, told you, got no need to hang out in the sun.”
“I know you told me that but there’s a meal to be consumed, it’s called breakfast and it’s the most important meal of the day.”
“You’re hungry, eat.”
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“They got a counter at the gym. Had a protein shake after I worked out.”
My eyes narrowed. “You have a phone, you didn’t think to call me and tell me you were covered so I could take care of myself?”
“No, I didn’t, seein’ as you’re a grown woman. I assumed you could take care of yourself or, say, phone me you wanna know what’s happening, not charge into the room throwing sass.”
My back went straight.
“Throwing sass?” I asked.
“Throwing sass,” he answered.
“What the fuck does that mean?” I snapped and, surprisingly, his brows drew together and he shared a reaction with me and that reaction was puzzlement with an edge of annoyance.
“It means, you barged in here yammering and then threw a fit about me not joinin’ you at the pool, which I told you I didn’t do, and you bein’ hungry when anyone knows, they’re hungry, they should fuckin’ eat, and not phonin’ you when your phone’s right fuckin’ there,” he pointed to the phone that fell to the ground when I dropped my stuff, “and you got fingers so you can also dial me. That’s throwin’ sass.”
I glared at him.
He kept talking. “I also told you this was your vacation day so I got back, saw you were at the pool and left you to it.”
“You left me to it?”
“Uh… yeah.”
“Yeah?” I snapped.
His eyes changed at my snap and it was new to me but I read it right away.
Confusion and annoyance gone, now he felt anger.
He proved that by biting out, “What the fuck’s your problem?”