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A million thoughts run through my pounding head but the one I keep coming back to is did she mean it? This might be just an experiment to her, but it could also be a chance for her to see me as more than a friend without pushing things further than she’s ready to go. But at the same time, it could just as easily be a surefire way to get my heart broken if she doesn’t feel the same.
After a quick cleanup of the kitchen, I head upstairs for a shower, praying I have enough time to take the edge off before she gets back. The water warms quickly, and I step in as images from my dreams play out in my mind. My cock is rock fucking hard as I wrap my hand around it and hiss at the sensation as I drag it up and down.
I close my eyes and picture Wren on her knees in front of me, looking up at me with those stupidly-gorgeous blue eyes. “Goddamn, Starling.” She wraps her hand around my aching length with a smirk as she drags her tiny hand up and over the head. My knees nearly buckle at the pleasure, and I curse quietly when I mimic the action with my own hand. It’s not long before I’m fucking my fist faster and moaning her name, but just as I feel pressure at the base of my spine signaling my orgasm is close, the bathroom door opens.
My eyes fly open to see the object of my fantasies frozen just inside the doorway with her jaw dropped, staring at the hand still wrapped around my dick.
Wren squeaks and stumbles back into the doorframe but makes no move to leave. Her eyes quickly shoot to mine and widen.
“Rhodes,” she gasps. “I’m so sorry. I heard you calling my name and I didn’t…I wasn’t expecting…”
She still isn’t leaving.
I make a split-second decision to pull the glass shower door open, not giving a single fuck that I’m leaving a puddle in my path as I stalk towards her. She still hasn’t moved, and her chest heaves with each breath. Stopping inches from her, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and tilt her face up to mine. I search her eyes, and see exactly what I need to do next.
“Fuck it.”
I slam my mouth to hers.
CHAPTER 13
WREN
Five Minutes Earlier
I got less than half a mile from the house when I realized I couldn’t just leave the conversation like that, so I turned around and came back. Rhodes isn’t in the kitchen where I left him, and the house is quiet.
Did he leave?
Walking up the stairs, I hear water running, so I assume he’s getting ready for the day. I jog the rest of the way up. “Rho?” I call. “You up here?”
I’m just turning the corner into his bedroom when I hear him say my name from the bathroom, so I knock lightly before walking in and I stop dead in my tracks.
He wasn’t saying my name, he was moaning it. Through the glass walls of his giant walk-in shower, I see Rhodes with a hand wrapped around his long, thick cock. And wow. I can confidently say that being with him would be nothing like being with Derrick.
He makes a small sound, and my eyes snap to his. They’re locked on my face as I take him in. It takes me way too long to realize he knows I’m frozen in place, staring at him.
“Rhodes, I’m so sorry!” I gasp out. My heart races, and suddenly, I feel like I can’t take a full breath. “I heard you calling my name and I didn’t… I wasn’t expecting…” I can’t seem to get more than a few words out. Each explanation stutters and dies on my dry tongue the longer my eyes are glued to his incredible body. Toned from a lifetime of baseball workouts and tan from months spent under the hot South Carolina sun, Rhodes Gray would make a nun drool on her habit.
His expression intensifies, and he yanks open the shower door, ignoring the water that runs off his glistening skin as he stomps across the tile floor. He doesn’t stop until I can feel the heat that radiates off of his muscular body. Shivers run down my spine when his hand slides behind my neck, tilting my face up toward his. For once I have no idea what’s going on in Rhodes’s head.
“Fuck it.”
Suddenly, his soft lips cover mine and my senses are overwhelmed as he kisses me. His muscles are taut, and he tastes like mint toothpaste. I’m so lost in the kiss that I don’t notice we’re moving until my back presses against the shower wall, and I’m drenched from all sides by warm water.
Panting, I slide my hands from his shoulders to his pecs and push him back, only far enough so we’re still sharing air as we gasp for breath. “Rho…are you sure?” I know we need to talk about rules and what this means, but I won’t turn him down if this is what he really wants. At least, not before taking the edge off for him. The fact that he’s attracted to me at all is blowing my mind, given what he told about his sexuality.
He smiles and runs his nose along the side of my face. “Starling, there’s nobody else I would rather do this with.”
The second the words leave his mouth; we struggle to remove my now-wet clothes in a flurry of movement. Limbs are everywhere, and I can’t stop the laugh that bursts free when my arms get stuck above my head, tangled in my soaked sports bra.
“I can’t believe you’re laughing right now.” Rhodes’s words are muffled as he kisses down my chest and stops to lightly tug on my nipples with his teeth.
I gasp, and my laughter stops. I try to bring my hands down to tangle in his hair only to be stopped by my still-stuck bra. My giggles return in full force, and he finally lifts his head from my breasts.
“Wren, I’m naked and nearly on my knees in front of you. I gotta be honest, my ego isn’t loving the laughter.” His eyes dance with mirth despite his serious tone.
I wiggle my trapped arms above my head, catching his attention. His lips tilt up in the corner, and he snorts, barely holding back a chuckle. “Aww, Starling, you should have said you were trapped.”