Page 95 of My All American Girl

“But you don’t like the idea of me dating a lot of men.”

“That’s because they don’t deserve you.” I said it before I could stop myself, before I could temper the intensity of my words.

Her smile softened and she looked at me. “And you think you do?”

My heart pounded with anticipation. “Honestly? I’m not sure. But I do know that I want to try and be what you deserve.”

She stared at me. Her fingers traced the rim of the champagne flute, a small smile playing on her lips. The silence was heavy but not uncomfortable.

“I think you are definitely worthy.” She nodded. “But maybe you should audition for the part.”

I chuckled lightly, reaching for my own drink and taking a sip. The bubbles tickled my tongue before sliding down my throat, a pleasant contrast to the heat building within me. She knew she was driving me wild.

“I’m happy to try out for the part.” I grinned. “I’ve been saving my best moves for the audition.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” I looked directly into her eyes.

“We should make the most of tonight,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. “Who knows when we’ll have a chance like this again?”

I nodded, my eyes never leaving hers. “I couldn’t agree more.”

I reached for her, fingers trailing down her spine, feeling her shiver under my touch. She turned and walked toward the bathroom, her hips swaying before she stopped and looked over her shoulder. “I’m going to take a bath. I saw all that free bubble-bath stuff and I plan on soaking away all my worries.”

I followed, unable to tear my eyes away. The luxurious bathroom had a giant soaker tub taking up most of the space. Sarah leaned over the edge and turned on the water. I watched as she sniffed each of the bottles of bubble bath before choosing one and dumping it in the tub.

I leaned against the door and watched as she unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the tile floor. I swallowed the lump in my throat when I saw her standing in nothing but a black lace bra and thong. She was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Her gaze held mine as she slowly removed her bra and underwear. She let me look my fill before she stepped into the warm water. She turned to me, a wicked smile on her lips.

“Join me?” she asked, her voice teasing.

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I quickly undressed and stepped into the tub, sinking into the water behind her. The heat and steam enveloped me. I pulled her against me, her back resting against my chest.

We sat there for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of being close. The tension of the last few weeks melted away, leaving only us, together. I ran my hands down her arms, feeling the smoothness of her skin under my fingers. She sighed, leaning back against me.

“This is perfect,” she whispered.

“Yeah, it is,” I agreed, kissing her shoulder.

“When’s the last time you took a bath?” she asked with a soft giggle.

“Probably when I was three,” I replied.

She chuckled, tilting her head back to look at me. “You were missing out. This is heaven.”

“I think you’re right,” I said, my gaze drawn to the soft outline of her face in the steam-filled room.

She reached for a sponge and dipped it into the water, lathering it with soap before she ran it over her arms. I took it from her and pushed her forward. I gently scrubbed her back, pushing her hair to the side, and reveled in the sight of her.

We stayed like that for a while, the water lapping gently around us. Eventually, Sarah shifted, turning in my arms to face me. Her eyes were dark, filled with desire. She leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I pulled her closer, her legs straddling me. Her hands slid up my arms and around my back. Our tongues dueled, while our hands roamed each other’s soap-slicked bodies.