To Have and To Hold

Chapter 15

Minutes later, she had just stepped into the shower, allowing a deep breath to relax her slightly as the warm water shrouded her behind a curtain of silver mist, Michael startled the shit out of her by opening the shower door. She half expected him to be naked. But no, he wore a robe. One that was loosely tied at his waist, granting her ample view of his chest... Did he have to look so goddamn sexy?

"With whom?"

Her eyes had glided down to the narrow waist, totally sidetracked, so his words made zero sense.

"What?"

"You said I should live my life with my wife and baby and you live your life. With whom? It sounded like something else was gonna hit. A name... You got something to share?"

Lisa sighed. Why did men always think women needed someone else?

Yeah, Lisa, what an odd thought. Since you are such a success at being alone. You handle it so horribly well.

Goosebumps spread on her skin as the cool air seeped into her cocoon. Michael's turn to be distracted as somehow his eyes slipped to her nipples, which tightened more in response.

"Close the door! You're letting the cold in!"

"Well, too bad. I wanna talk."

His eyes must have forgotten the organ to talk with- as they roamed her body in some search for communication devices, hitting her breasts, her stomach, her legs...

"Well, I'm showering. And I aint' getting out for you to interrogate me. Not like you have any right to, anyway."

His fingers quickly untied the belt of his robe and with lightning speed, he took it off, throwing it behind himself and stepped into the cubicle.

Of all the nerve! Why could he not simply leave her alone?

The tingling in her body tried to shut her brain down and she bit her lip, fighting the drugging effect of his mere presence.

"Fine- I get in then. And I got a right to do that- since this is my room- and therefore my shower. Scoot over."

He pushed her lightly, his touch on her shoulders igniting a chain reaction of explosions skipping across her nervous system.

"Ahhhh! You make me so fucking mad- pushy lunatic!" Her scream echoed from the tiles.

"Well, if you weren't such an infuriating b... woman, and would talk to me, I wouldn't have to go to such extreme measures!"

They glared at each other. Lisa tried very hard to not notice his engorging penis standing proud against his flat stomach. She licked her lips and saw him shiver slightly. And funny enough, it was not the least bit cold in the misty universe surrounding their bodies. The wetness between her legs was in no way connected to the shower dousing her and had everything to do with the man tantalizing and drowning her with his energy.

Michael ran his hands through his hair which by now hung in a sexy mess around his head and down onto his shoulders. His eyes found hers and started a new fire in her heart, flames licking her insides.

Lisa swallowed and she set her chin. No, this was not going to go down like this again.

"Don't even think about it."