Page 63 of Her Game Plan

I scan my key card and push into the room. The shower is running, and suddenly, my body is begging me to forget about the drama between Nan and Charlotte and let myself have the one thing I’ve wanted since our last away game: Charlotte.

I stare at the black handle on the sliding door to the bathroom. I definitely shouldn’t go in there.

But also, a nice warm shower and Charlotte’s naked body? That’s exactly what I need.

I open the door, taking in the way her water-darkened hair runs down her slender back, pointing me toward her round ass with the two dimples above it. I trace the slope of her upper legs, down her calves, and back up again before forcing myself to say, “Room for one more?”

Charlotte lets out a squeak and whirls to face me. The shower door is one clear pane of glass, and I can see every perfect inch of the woman who is starting to mean so much to me. My pulse quickens, my body going on high alert. Fuck, I’ve wanted this.

“Jesus. You scared the shit out of me.” Her gaze meets mine, the swirling browns and greens of her hazel eyes bright with interest.

I smile before letting my eyes lower again, taking in the expanse of her front.

So fucking beautiful.

The smirk she sends my way tells me she knows exactly what’s going through my mind as I unabashedly check her out. A privilege I’m not sure I’m entitled to, but one I will take advantage of until she explicitly takes it away from me.

After a moment, she lifts an eyebrow. “Are you getting in?”

My body hardens at the invitation. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

She pats the wall. “It’s a little tight, but I can think of some creative ways to make sure we fit.” Her smile is wide, and there is a look of desperation in her eyes that suggests maybe, just maybe, she wants this as much as I do.

Every ounce of blood in my body flows directly to my cock as I quickly pull off my clothes, throwing them onto the floor.

“You usually this excited to get clean?” Her gaze tracks my dick as I join her in the heat of the shower.

I lean toward her, never breaking eye contact. “I’m far more interested in getting dirty.”

Charlotte’s head tips back as she laughs at the corny line, the long column of her throat mesmerizing as droplets of water race down its slope.

“Why do I find you more attractive when you say dumb things like that?” Charlotte slides toward the wall, letting me under the stream with her.

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her against me, my cock pressing into her firm belly. “You find me attractive, Princess?”

“I didn’t mean that. I just like your sense of humor. And talking to you while you drive me places. And when you bring Nerds Clusters and share them with me. And I suppose you’re pretty good-looking. Not really my type. Too muscular.” She pretends to shiver. “Muscles are gross.”

“Well-known fact.” The tension that has been building inside me for weeks is suddenly gone, like it escaped on my last exhale. “I find you more attractive when you start talking at high speeds with no end in sight.”

She pushes against my chest. “You do not.”

I lean down and kiss the end of her nose. “I do. I like knowing what’s going on in your brilliant mind.”

She’s quiet for a moment. “There are some things I can’t tell you.” It’s almost a whisper, and it makes me want to protect her. To tell her it’s okay.

I shrug. “Because I’m technically your employee? Or because you don’t want me to know?”

She meets my gaze again. “The first. There’s nothing about me I wouldn’t tell you.”

I trace the outer edge of her ear. “So, when I fuck you in this shower, you’re going to let me hear every thought? No biting your tongue to keep anything in?”

She shivers despite the warm water hitting both of us. “There are lots of thoughts I have that don’t deserve to see the light of day.”

I stroke her arm. “Disagree.” I wait until she’s looking me in the eye. “I want them all, Princess.”

“You don’t want to hear me thinking about when the last time I shaved my legs was, or if I need to add another Pilates class to my weekly schedule because my stomach is jiggling.”

Gently, I nudge her shoulder, turning her to face the wall so I can plant kisses down the side of her neck. My body curves around hers, our height difference stark as I bend to reach her flesh. “I want those, too.” I trace my hands over her hips and across her stomach. “Because then I can tell you how much I love the way your body looks. And how much I could give two shits less about how hairy your legs are. Mine are assuredly hairier.”