Page 64 of One More Chance

I grab my bag and head up the steps, taking them slowly. I don’t know why, it’s not like there’s a freaking monster up here. What am I expecting?

I reach the top and peer around, surprised for whatever reason at how neat it is. He probably cleaned before he left. Or maybe he’s just always this neat? The bed is made. There’s nothing piled up anywhere. No laundry on the floor. I thought guys were messy?

After I flip the light on, the cool gray bedding catches my eye first. His large bed sits on the far wall and looks comfortable. I walk over to his dresser, noticing everything on top is so organized. Fuck, he’s more organized than me. A couple of watches are laid out next to a small cup with change in it. I rub my hand over the knob of the top drawer, betting myself it’s his underwear drawer, tempted to pull it open and peak in. Why? I don’t know.

A closet door is next to the bathroom, and across from it on the opposite side of the room is another room that looks like an office. Maybe he can work from home and we can have naughty office sex. Wow, Harper. Where did that come from?

I step into the bathroom, my cheeks hot from my own thoughts, and it’s just as clean and tidy as the rest of his place. White tile and a floor to ceiling glass shower with multiple shower heads intimidate me. I set my bag down, praying you turn it on just like any other shower, and begin to undress. As I step out of my clothes, I realize it’s so tidy I don’t even know where to put them. On the floor seems so out of place. So I ball them up and place them on the toilet, thinking to myself I need to get a separate dirty linen bag or something.

“What are you doing?” Jensen’s voice travels from behind me and I spin around, realizing I hadn’t even bothered to close the door.

“Um, nothing? Just getting in the shower. I didn’t know where to put my dirty clothes,” I say.

But he’s not listening. He’s staring. Because I’m naked. Jensen sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as his eyes travel my legs, up my middle, over my breasts, and finally come to rest on my face.

“I have a hamper,” he says, his voice low, nearly a growl as he steps toward me. He stands in front of me, pulling his shirt over his head.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m dirty too,” he says. “Let’s shower together.”

Oh. Fuck.

I hear the unbuckling of his pants but I don’t take my eyes off his as he unbuttons and slides them down. Now there are clothes on the floor.

He steps back toward the shower and reaches in, eyes still on me. The water shrieks on and then comes to a steady stream, the water so hot the glass steams instantly. Jensen pulls the bathroom door shut and then nods toward the shower, inviting me in.

And I know, I know they say money can’t buy happiness but damn, five shower heads in a giant floor to ceiling shower big enough for two people sure is a lot of happiness.

I tried to get Charles to shower with me once. He agreed after a long while but got frustrated that we had to keep switching in and out of the water and refused to do it again after the one time. But this, this is nothing like that. This is bliss.

I stand under the falling water, letting my coiled muscles relax, rolling my neck and shoulders, eyes closed.

The warmth of Jensen’s hands hit my senses next, gripping my sides tenderly and sliding up my ribcage to cup beneath my breasts. The water makes everything slick, our skin gliding against each other’s with ease. I return his touch, the palms of my hands stretching over his chest and down his tightened stomach. He inhales a breath as tiny beads of water trickle down his forehead and the ridge of his brow before falling. His wet eyelashes make his eyes look darker, more intense, and I hold my breath as he trails a single finger down the center of my stomach, looping around my navel.

Jensen’s other hand reaches to the shower wall, retrieving a bottle of shampoo. “Turn around,” he says, his voice low and breathy.

I turn my back to him as he tips the bottle, and I hear the click of the top behind me. Then I feel his fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp, running through the short lengths and back up again. He repeats this over and over again, working the suds until he moves me back, tipping my head into the shower stream and rinsing it, then moves his body against mine, pressing his front to my back. His fingers comb through my hair one last time before he tugs it to the side, exposing my neck to his mouth. Jensen leans in slow, his hot breath tickling my wet skin.

He presses his mouth to my neck, but I realize it isn’t his lips. His teeth glide along my throat, not biting, just pressing against me, sending a wave of goosebumps over me, even in this heat.

“You make me want to do bad things, Harper,” he whispers. “You make me want to be a good man but a bad boy.”

Before I can respond, he spins me, bringing his mouth to mine and pressing his kiss deep. His tongue laps and takes, no hesitation. One of his long arms wraps me up, coils my body into his while the other cradles my head. I am entirely at his mercy and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

My fingers comb through his hair and grip his back, his muscles tightening under my touch. Before I know what’s happening, he breaks his kiss and falls to his knees. Jensen runs the palms of his hands up the backs of my thighs and looks up at me, licking his bottom lip.

I brace myself, placing one hand on the shower wall and the other on his shoulder. Slowly, he leans in toward the center of me, mere inches away, and stops. His teasing is achingly hot, sending chills up my spine. He parts my legs slightly with his hands, just a little, just enough. My back arches toward him and he grins, blowing hot air onto my sensitive skin. A moan escapes my lips, echoing against the shower walls.

“Harper?” he says, his voice nearly inaudible.

“Yes?”

“Tell me a secret,” he says. His fingers trail further up and he swipes two over me slowly, my knees buckling slightly under the delicious sensation.

I moan again. A secret? Now? “I can’t…think,” I admit.

“Just one little secret,” he says, swiping his fingers over me again. “Please?”