He was behind her in a flash, droplets of water hitting the wood floor with a patter as he folded a towel around his waist and she knew without a doubt the shorts had disappeared in the bathroom. Good. She liked him when he was excited like this.
She stood at the end of the bed, clutching the towel to the front of her and smiling at him, hoping it was the come-hither glance she was aiming for.
“f**k you are gorgeous,” he said bluntly as he approached her with sure footed steps. He tugged the towel from her fingertips and tossed it aside and let his gaze rake her body. “You gave me an eyeful and then almost ran into this bedroom. Either you anxious for me or you were running from me. Which is it?”
“A week ago, you said our first time would require a big bed and lots of time.” She gave a
