Page 64 of Elevator Pitch

Still, I call out, “Hey, Ross. Do you want me to order some dinner for you?”

And then I turn toward the wide entrance to the bathroom and catch a glimpse of Ross beneath the shower. The glass enclosure does nothing to hide his body. One hand braced high on the tile. His head bowed, face toward the floor. The spray of the shower streams over the back of his head and along his spine. And his other hand is lower, fisting himself.

A series of events happen at once.

I gasp.

Ross turns.

I freeze.

He shuts off the water.

And with his eyes locked on me, he opens the shower door, reaches for a towel and wraps it around his waist.

Tongue-tied, I’m pinned in place. I don’t know what I was thinking. I wasn’t thinking. Although the layout of this room has become so familiar to me.

“I—”

“Don’t. Move.”

I don’t. I can’t. I’m mesmerized by this broad body. His slick skin. His wet hair.

In my head, I’m apologizing and pointing to the other room, like I intend to step away. Instead, I’m mortified, and close my eyes a second.

In that time, Ross exits the bathroom and tips up my chin. In front of me, he’s dripping wet. His chest is flat planes with rivulets of water streaming down his pecs and over sharp nipples. The towel wraps snug and low on his hips. A trail of hair disappears beneath the covering where he is still long and hard. So long. So hard.

“Vee.” His voice is soft as I open my eyes and swallow hard.

“I’m so sorry. That was such a gross negligence of your privacy. An invasion of it.” I swallow again. Shame firmly plants in my chest and roots in my belly. I can’t believe I did this to him.

“Invade my privacy, Vee.” His gaze dances between my eyes. “Because you invade my thoughts.”

When his mouth crashes on mine, I’m startled out of my initial shock and plunged into deeper surprise. His lips are warm and insistent. His tongue instantly sneaking forward, seeking mine. His hand cups my jaw while the other wraps around my back and tugs me against him.

Instantly, the heat and moisture from his shower dampens the jersey I’m still wearing with his name on the back.

His mouth lowers for my jaw and chin, moving down to my neck where he nips me where the column curls toward my shoulder, and holy cow, does that feel amazing. My knees give out as his hand travels up my back to cup my nape. His other hand smooths along my throat, blazing after his mouth until he reaches the top button of the jersey.

“Let me see you, Vee.”

“I thought you didn’t want that?” I whimper as he continues to suck my skin and maneuver a button on the jersey. How am I trying to be rational when my brain is short circuiting while my clit is begging for attention?

“I’m done denying myself,” he murmurs against my flesh before moving back to my mouth and kissing me. “Done denying you.”

In the meantime, my hands have found his waist and smooth over his warm skin. Along his sides and over his lower back then rounding to his stomach, tracing over those abs until I find that sexy trail of hair.

“But is this smart?”

“Smartest decision I’ve made in a long time.”

Another button pops open on my jersey and another, and I’m lost to the way his hand suddenly palms my breast, inside the jersey. He squeezes tight and plucks my nipple, still covered by my bra.

I gasp and his tongue dives deeper inside my mouth. My fingers have found the edge of his towel and I curl them into the material, tugging at him, wanting him closer to me.

“Let me taste you, Vee.”

“Oh God,” I purr. It’s been so long since someone’s mouth has been on me there. Too long.