Evolved(20)

“Not really.” I groaned and stood up straight, ignoring my cock for now. “My body likes being naked with yours.”

Shaun smiled, looking rather dishevelled with his wet hair unbrushed. “I like it very much also.”

Reluctantly, I walked out of the shower and grabbed a towel, handing him one too. “Yes well,” I said, drying my hair. “I fear that we may do little else, now we’ve started.”

“I have no objections to that,” he replied, drying himself.

“So, you can dry yourself, yet you required help in washing yourself?” I asked, trying not to smile.

“One can never be too cautious when it comes to cleanliness,” he answered, not even trying to hide his smirk. He held out his towel, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. “If you would like to ensure I am adequately dry, you may do it yourself.”

I huffed out a laugh and tied my towel off around my waist. “I wasn’t aware being provocative was in your programming.”

He dried himself off and neatly hung the towel on the rack. Then he turned back to me, completely naked. His glorious cock and balls hung heavy, distracting my attention. I had to make myself look at his face. He almost smiled. “Playful and suggestive banter is encouraged, is it not?”

“Clothes are also encouraged.”

“If you insist.”

My gaze fell to his cock once more and that familiar stirring began low in my belly. Surely twice was enough in one day. My eyes flickered back to his. “Yes. I insist. I’ll grab your clothes for you. We left them in my room.”

After we’d stripped before falling into bed, I added mentally.

I found our clothes exactly where we’d left them. Which was very unlike me. Normally I would never be so reckless with placement. Everything had a place and the floor was not it. Even with Ian, when we undressed for bed, I would always carefully fold and rehang our clothes.

I quickly pulled on my trousers and shirt, then took Shaun’s back to him. He was standing at his bathroom mirror, brushing his hair. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. It was the briefs I’d bought for him.

He looked down at them. “Are these too small? There is less material coverage in this pair than the last.”

I breathed out slowly and swallowed hard. And oh no, they weren’t too small at all. His bulge barely fit, the white material stretched across the ridgeline of his cock, and showed off his arse better than any underwear ad I’d ever seen. “No, they’re the perfect size.”

“You like them on me,” he said. My gaze shot to his and he smiled. “Your pupils dilated and your lips parted, involuntary responses to sexual attraction.”

I closed my eyes and let out a slow breath. “You should put these on or I’ll take you back to my bedroom.” I put his clothes on the basin. “I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re dressed.”

I left him there and went in search of dinner. I hadn’t realised the whole afternoon had passed. It was dark outside, and that meant we’d soon be going to bed, and oh boy… I was pretty sure I’d be buried inside him later tonight.

“Is everything all right?” Shaun asked.

He startled me. I had my hands on the kitchen counter, my head down, eyes closed, trying to catch my breath. I shot up straight. “Yes, yes. Everything is fine.”

He was dressed now, his hair brushed neatly. He looked so handsome, almost like a mannequin; so different from his straggly wet hair and sexy smirk in the shower. It was hard to reconcile the two.

“This time yesterday, you had eaten your evening meal,” Shaun said, going to the fridge. “Allow me to get it for you.” He took out a small premade meal. “Chicken, vegetables, and rice. Does this sound appealing?”

Okay, so he’d dropped the sexual provocation and flirting and was back to being the overt professional. I didn’t know if I was relieved or disappointed.

“Yes, it sounds fine, thank you.”

He placed it in the oven, then set the table. “Please sit,” he offered with a slight bow of his head. “I shall bring it to you.”

I sat in my seat, and a moment later, he placed my dinner in front of me, and a glass of water. Everything was perfectly positioned, aligned, and in order. Then he sat in his seat and tilted his head. “Is something incorrect?” He studied my plate and glass, as if gauging angles and distances from the edges of the table, then finding them exactly right, he looked back up at me.

“No, everything is fine,” I answered. “I just…”

“You just what?”

I sipped my water. “I just wondered how you can switch between being sexually suggestive and inviting to being… formal.”

“Formal?”

“Professional,” I explained, though that really wasn’t the right word either. “As in, in the bedroom and bathroom, you’re flirty and seductive, and now you’re all serious.”

“Please eat your dinner before it goes cold,” he said, a smile curling at the edges of his lips. He spoke while I ate. “I refrained from sexual banter with you because I sensed your unease. You were uncomfortable in my bathroom when you told me to dress, saying you will take me to your bedroom as if it was a bad thing. I sensed your need for restraint, and so I restrained. Did I read you wrong?”