I square my shoulders and take a long deep breath, then strip down and climb into the shower, enjoying the spray against my back. I go to pick up my body wash and realize that I didn’t bring it in here with me; I look around the shower cubicle taking in all of Ethan’s toiletries.
I choose a bottle that looks the most feminine and squirt a little of the liquid into my hand and bring it up-to my face to smell. The last thing I want is to climb into bed with him smelling like a man. I take a deep breath and inhale; it doesn’t have that musty male scent to it so I figure I’m safe to use it. I quickly rinse off and step out of the shower wrapping myself up in a fluffy white towel.
I riffle through my bag and pull out the new black silk and lace bra and panties that I bought today especially for tonight. They’re hands down the sexiest piece of clothing I own. I figure boy shorts and a sports bra will kill the mood, so I slip the tiny scraps of fabric into place and then instantly feel self-conscious as I look at myself in the mirror. I could have sworn there was more to them when I’d tried them on in the store earlier.
I can feel my heart rate starting to pick up and my breathing becoming erratic as I pull my hair free and comb it through with my fingers. My hands are shaking and I clench and unclench my firsts a few times to try and relax.
Okay, this is only Ethan. I open the door and peek my head out.
The breath I was fighting to control a second ago is completely stolen as my eyes land on Ethan’s back. He’s standing at his dresser in nothing but a towel wrapped low around his waist. Beads of water are still glistening across his wide shoulders and taught muscular back. Suddenly my mouth feels extremely dry; maybe because it’s hanging wide open while I’m standing in the doorway staring like a moron.
He reaches into one of the drawers and pulls out a pair of black boxers, and as he lets the towel fall I almost do, too. HOLY SHIT!
I gasp involuntarily and his head whips round, his eyes crashing into mine. His mouth quirks up on one side and he smirks before pulling his boxers on ridiculously slow. He knows he’s putting on a show and I can’t deny that I’m loving every moment of it. He lets the elastic at the top snap against the tight tanned skin leading down to his crazy hot V. I lean forward like a pervert, trying to get a closer look and the door swings open as I stumble through it. He laughs for a nanosecond before his eyes widen and his jaw goes slack. I stiffen and pull my arms across my chest and crotch trying to shield myself and turn around, expecting someone to be standing behind me, given the shocked look on Ethan’s face.
I snap my head back to him in confusion; there’s only us here, unless I’m missing something.
“Wow, Princess! You look…shit I don’t even know a word that describes how perfect you look.” I force my arms to drop. I want to keep them where they are and try cover myself but I know it doesn’t exactly scream sexy and for once in my life I’d like to not act as awkward as I feel.
His gaze drops from my face to my chest and then begins a painfully slow descent down my body. The look on his face has me squeezing my legs together and goose bumps forming all over my skin. He slowly forces his eyes back up to mine and there’s fire dancing in them. I don’t know whether to be relieved that he seems to be enjoying the view or absolutely terrified of the look he’s wearing.
He moves like a panther stalking its prey as he walks towards me and I take in each delicious dip of his abs as he draws closer.
“Be gentle with me.” Be gentle with me—oh my god-—who would say that? Well, apparently me, I’ve just said that!
“I promise,” he says in a low sexy voice that’s now responsible for the fire burning in my panties.
He stops a few inches from my body; I can feel the heat of his skin radiating against mine and his breath rushes across my face as he presses a kiss so light to my temple I barely feel it. Before I know what’s happening he lifts me up, taking me by surprise, and my legs instantly wrap around his waist. I can feel his excitement underneath me and feel a sense of pride that I have this effect on him. I know that I’m not his first but I’m determined to be his last.