Page 31 of Tough Score
I know everything about being in the bathroom with him is dangerous to my plans to protect him from my father's sins, but I can't help myself from wanting to be closer.
I pull off my t-shirt and shorts and step onto the tile of the walk-in shower.
I'm still wearing my heather gray sports bra that zips up in the front, paired with matching boy shorts. While it's far from the most erotic outfit I could have chosen, comfort was my priority when I slipped these on yesterday morning for running errands. I hadn't anticipated the possibility of sharing a shower with the hot Hawkeyes goalie. To be honest, I haven't invested in many sexy bra sets since my last breakup three years ago with my ex, Owen, the golf pro who dumped me at his agent's suggestion. But it's just as well that I am not wearing see-through lace because the last thing I should be doing right now is seducing my patient.
The best thing I can do for Reeve is to remember why I'm here.
I'm here to prove that Dr. Morgan is wrong, and I have every intention of doing it. But as I step into the warm cascade, the steam envelops me, and the spicy scent of his body wash mingling with the hot water sends my mind reeling. Reeve steals a glance over his shoulder when he realizes I'm behind him, and the way his eyes narrow on me and then dip down my entire body ignites a burn within me that I wish I could stomp out.
"You know I was just kidding, right? You don't have to be in here with me. I can handle a shower on my own."
"I told you,if you fall, I'll have twenty-two large hockey players out looking for me. I'd have to join some kind of witness protection program."
"I get that you're kidding... but you should know I'll never let anyone hurt you."
I nod, biting down on my lip, and then a moment of silence passes between us. The sound of the shower spray hitting the metal walker and Reeve's body are the only noises breaking the stillness. Water cascades down, producing a soothing rhythm as droplets splatter against the porcelain tiles.
He turns back to the shower, reaching for the body wash sitting on a small, tiled shelf in front of him, squeezing enough into his hand, and then starts to rub his arms and chest with the spicy fragrant soap.
“Are you really planning to just stand there?” he teases, breaking the tension in the air. “Because I could use a hand. Or two.”
"This is a shower, Reeve, not a swim lesson, and I plan to keep my hands to myself unless it comes down to preventing a career-ending slip.”
"I guess that means a simple reach-around is out of the question? Duly noted." A soft chuckle escapes him and cuts through the seriousness of our current situation, reminding me why I feel so drawn to him in the first place. “Well, then, I could use some educational assistance on careful shower techniques.” His playful challenge hangs in the air, tantalizing enough to encourage me to step closer.
He glances back over his shoulder at me when he senses that I'm drawing closer.
"Keely, I'm not serious. I'm just lightening the mood. You don't have to do anything."
"I know, but the least I can do is get your back. Can you hand me the soap?" I ask.
Is it wrong for me to take this opportunity to touch him?
Maybe nothing more can happen between us, but I can at least help him after he's done so much for me.
"Are you sure?" he asks.
"I'm sure."
Taking a deep breath, I maneuver my arm around him, staying focused as best as I can on his safety as I take the bottle of soap that he's handing me.
I take the bottle, squeezing more product into my hand than I meant to. The bottle becomes so slippery that I can't hold onto it any longer and it slides right out, dropping onto the tiled shower and making a loud noise and spilling some of the soap on the ground.
I yelp and jump at the sound but when I come down, I slip on the soap.
Before I have a chance to hit the ground, a strong arm reaches around my waist and yanks me up against hard, fresh muscles.
"Reeve! No!" I say, knowing he could lose his balance and slip along with me.
He pulls me over to the tile wall—a groan of pain slips through his lips and my stomach twists at the thought that I just re-injured him.
Oh God… and I'll have to take him back to Dr. Morgan and somehow explain that we were showering together, and I caused his re-injury. I took an oath to do no harm, and here we are.
I don't even want to think of what Coach Bex and Sam will say about this.
"You should have let me fall," I say, my hands against his shoulders as I'm caught between a shower wall, Reeve's thick chest and his hard cock pressed between us against my belly.
A shiver of need rolls up my spine as the heat from his erection radiates against me.