Page 38 of His Secret Wish

Her gaze, bright with anger, flicked down the length of him and then back up. But she didn’t look the least bit embarrassed or worried or mortified. He was clearly overthinking things.

Grabbing the soap, he continued his shower, although he was very aware of her standing there, watching him.

“What did she say exactly?” Her words were laced with anger, although her gaze kept flicking around to various parts of his body.

He shrugged, running the soap over his skin. “She knocked, and when I answered, she asked if we’d seen the girls because their room was empty and no one had seen them. I told her they were with us because of the storm and the light, and then showed her the bed where you were all snuggled up together.” He ran the soap over his chest.

“And that was it?” Her voice had lost some of the angry heat. She bit her lip. Her breasts strained against her pajama top, her nipples poking through the fabric.

A grin tugged at the edge of his lips, but he bit the inside of his cheek to stop it from forming. Yes, he was teasing her, and enjoying himself, but he didn’t want to piss her off, or redirect her annoyance at him. “Basically. She said thank you, and then something about them being a handful, and then just walked away.”

She crossed her arms. “She said what?” There was venom in her voice now. She narrowed her eyes, her gaze glinting with outrage. “Those girls are the exact opposite of a handful. They are sweet, and lovely, and precious little angels.”

“I’m not arguing with you, mi cariño.” He slid the soap over his arm. “They’re pretty cute for munchkins. But, you know, Yolanda and Jorge have their hands full with all those kids.”

It was a huge thing that he and Izzy had had conversations about over the years. Not that there was anything they could about it other than bitch to each other. But he knew that Izzy was annoyed that her cousin was using such vulnerable kids to make a buck.

She tapped her foot, annoyance snapping in her dark gaze. “It’s so unfair to do that to them. These kids deserve better. All of them.”

Again, he didn’t disagree. When they’d gotten here, Yolanda had been busy socializing, not paying any attention to the kids who were with her and her husband. Someone had mentioned they’d brought seven foster kids with them, although with all the rugrats running around—Izzy’s extended family was huge so it was hard to keep track of and keep up with everyone—the exact children in question were hard to pin down.

Except for their cute, little, across the hall neighbors.

The water had gone from lukewarm to cold, sending goosebumps sprouting on his skin. He shivered, but continued to wash. And watch.

There was a tension in Izzy that said she was moments away from storming downstairs and making a scene with her cousin. Which she’d regret as soon as she cooled off. And then she’d feel incredibly guilty about making such a scene in front of everyone and feel like she had to apologize to them all separately. She’d also feel obligated to apologize to Yolanda, even though Yolanda deserved a bit of yelling when it came to those girls.

He leaned over and picked her up, hauling her into the tub with him. She squealed when he grabbed her, wrapping herself around him. And then she squealed even louder when the cold water cascaded over her. Her hair was soaked instantly, as were her pajamas, which clung to her curves. And turned pretty damn see-through.

She pushed her hair back away from her face, and glared at him, a dangerous spark in her dark gaze. Her breathing was hard, her cheeks flushed. She looked so damn delectable he couldn’t stop himself.

He bent his head, captured her lips. It took an incredibly long second, and he thought for sure he’d made a huge mistake, but she softened against him, kissed him back. She tightened her arms and legs around him, pulling herself flush against him. Her nipples were tight little points digging into his chest. He slid his hand down to grab her ass, loving the way her curves overfilled his hands.

Fuck, she was so fucking gorgeous.

Her tongue slipped into his mouth, licking and seeking and sparring with his. He groaned, and met hers with a swipe of his own, seeking and sparring right back. The kiss quickly turned hot and wet and dirty. He spun them around, so the water was hitting his back, and pressed her up against the wall. She gasped into their kiss, arching her back when it hit the cold tiles.

He pressed kisses against her jaw, down her throat. She dipped her head back, giving him more room, and he took advantage, nipping and sucking her skin. He’d never get tired of this, of her. He’d been such a fool to let her go.

Trailing kisses along her collarbone, he nudged aside one side of her pajama top with his chin so he could kiss and lick the top of her breast. His cock roared to life, despite the cold shower, loving the feel of her in his arms, the way she pressed against him so perfectly.

Like she was made just for him.

Because she was, and he’d been a fucking fool and had ruined it all.

Had ruined everything.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Her words were breathy, her voice strained. And then in contradiction to her words, she flexed her hips, pushing her pussy against him, groaning at the contact.

He stopped, lifting his head to stare at her. Her cheeks were still flushed, although no longer from anger. Her lips were pink and plump from their kiss. There was a glassiness in her gaze, and it was so full of heat and hunger he felt it in his own soul.

And he knew, without a doubt, that the same was staring right back at her.

“Sorry,” he said, his own voice hoarse. “Got distracted there for a moment.”

“It’s fine.” She brushed the soggy hair off his forehead, running her finger through the rest of it for good measure. “It’s just that we can’t do this, not now, not here.”

Although he was disappointed—and his cock throbbed in protest—she was right. There was far too much chance of being caught, and although that made it extra hot, he knew she would be mortified if someone walked in on them having sex. He couldn’t say he’d be thrilled by the reality of it, either.