Four Day Fling(18)

I rolled my eye and reached for the shampoo I’d put in here yesterday afternoon. My hair was the weird mix of both natural and fake ginger-slash-orange. An ombre, almost. My natural color at the roots and a lighter, brighter orange at the ends. It drove my mother insane, but the brightness reflected me far better than the darker, copper-ginger ever could.

I squeezed a healthy dollop of shampoo into my hands and rubbed them together. Somehow, I managed to get it onto my head without actually punching Adam in the face and lathered it up. I rinsed and reached for the conditioner.

This time, I wasn’t so lucky.

My elbow connected with his jaw.

“Fuck!” He stepped back from me.

“I told you!” I said, turning as I ran the conditioner through my hair. “I warned you I’d hit you.”

“No, you said you’d punch me in the face.” He worked his jaw side-to-side. “Not elbow me in the fucking jaw.”

“Whatever. You knew you’d get hit. Ugh.” I turned, so my head was under the water and rinsed the conditioner out. Somewhere in the middle of rinsing it, I spun back around and tilted my head back so it all washed out.

When my hair ran clean, I turned back around to Adam. His hair was soaped, and he gripped my hands.

“Turn around,” he muttered, grabbing my sponge from the tiny plastic shelf.

“I can clean myself.”

“Sure, you can, but shut up.” He soaped up the sponge and turned me, then ran the sponge up and down my arm. Hot, soapy water covered my skin as he pulled me back from the shower flow and rubbed the sponge over my back. It moved over my shoulders and down my other arm slowly.

It was weird. Nobody had ever done this for me—at least since I was six. But there was something so weirdly sexy about Adam using the sponge to explore my body.

Hmm. Sexy.

Did he want shower sex?

God. I wasn’t a sex in the shower girl. I was a slip-on-the-soap in the shower girl.

Hell, who said I needed soap?

“Uh, Adam?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re not going to have sex in the shower, are we?”

Adam stilled, then spun me around and pulled me forward a step so I wouldn’t get pelted in the face with water. “Why?” he said, eyebrow raised. “Are you offering?”

I shook my head. “No. I’m telling you that if you try it, I’m going to hit you in the face again.”

“Don’t shatter my dreams, Red.”

I sighed. “Not because you didn’t listen, idiot. But because I can slip on carpet. Do you understand that?”

“I understand.” He grabbed my shoulders and slowly spun us around so his back was under the water. “Sorry. I’m cold. You can slip on carpet?”

“Now I’m cold!” I pushed open the door and snatched a towel off the heated rail. “Yes. I wasn’t even wearing rollerblades. Wow, that makes me sound like a useless adult.”

He laughed, rinsing all the soap from his body before turning off the shower. He stepped out onto the floor with me and looked down. “Should you be standing on a tiled floor there? I mean, I know first aid, but in the interest of your safety…”

I tugged off a second towel to wrap my hair in. “If I go down, I’m taking you with me.”

“There’s no way you could drag me down to the floor with you.”

“I didn’t say I’d take your entire body.” I looked pointedly at his cock. Then, I turned and flipped my hair over so I could wrap it up.

“Well, in that case, let me get a towel and I’ll carry you into the bedroom. I’d prefer if you didn’t put my cock out of commission.”

“Why?” I straightened and paused. “Actually, I mean, I know why. I don’t know why I asked that. I need coffee.”

Adam laughed and tucked his towel around his waist. He stepped behind me and touched his hands to my waist. “Come on, Red. Let’s get you from here to the carpet in the bedroom without you taking out my penis.”

“I’m perfectly capable of wa-ahh!” My foot went out from under me. My heart jumped into my throat. My entire life flashed before my eyes in a haze of cheesecakes and inappropriate shirts.

And my ass never hit the floor.

I clamped my hands over my eyes. The hard body I was pressed against shook, and laughter rumbled against my ear.

“Perfectly capable of it, huh?” Adam murmured, lips brushing my ear. His arm was locked around my waist tightly, and he showed no sign of letting go.

“I would have been if you hadn’t mentioned about looking after your cock. It’s all your fault.”

“Sure, blame the thing that had you screaming into a pillow last night.”

“It’d have me screaming bloody murder if my ass had hit that tiled floor.” I stepped onto the plush carpet and looked at him. “I’d thank you for saving my life if you hadn’t been the cause of my almost-death.”

“I see the dramatics run in your family.”

“I’m merely preparing you for today. The entire day will be spent with my family. Are you excited?”

Adam finally let me go fully and walked over to the closet doors. He peered at me sideways. “Oh, yeah. I can’t wait. Isn’t your grandpa coming today?”