Limelight Love Story

18. Our List

As Lucy finished blow drying her hair, she heard the shower turn off and watched Tim emerge from his reflection in the mirror. She finished brushing her long locks as he dried off his body, and she smiled at the sight of him and the domesticity of the new level of comfortability with each other that they could get ready in the morning in the same bathroom together.

Tim loved how happy she looked staring at him, so he abandoned the task of wiping the last of the water on his legs, dropped the towel to the ground for good measure, and went up behind her where she stood at her bathroom sink. He swiped her hair away for access to nuzzle her neck.

She dropped her head back when she felt his hands move past the satin of her robe. "What are you..." Lucy sucked in a breath when her question was answered by him untying the ribbon at her waist and his fingers drifted lower. "Again? We JUST got out of the shower."

"And?" He pulled back the material covering her shoulder to kiss down further. "You know what I noticed? The shower here is bigger, but you promised me we'd take one together in the shower at my old house. It'll be smaller and cozier."

"Don't forget that tub. That's a great tub."

Tim smiled. "And the tub. We still haven't taken a bath together."

"We haven't done a lot of things I want to try," she replied mischievously.

"Good thing we have forever to get through that list."

"Do you have a list?"

"Not really."

There was something suspect in his tone, so she turned around to face him. "You can tell me."

"We'll get to it someday," he responded, avoiding truly answering.

"Tell me or this robe stays on." She pulled it closed to show how serious she was.

He made an unhappy noise. "Fine, it's...the team jet. Everyone on my team has hooked up in there, and I was fine with never getting the chance, but then you brought me into that bathroom, and I know we weren't ready to have sex at the time, and you said we can join the Mile High Club on your plane, so it doesn't really matter, actually."

Since he answered her question honestly, she rewarded him by making quick work of taking her robe off and dropping it to the ground before backing up to sit at the edge of the bathroom counter. "Who knew you were such an exhibitionist?"

"It's ONE place," he pointed out and stood between her legs.

"My list of places is longer than one," she said then attached her lips to his shoulder.

"Is the bathroom counter on your list?" He wondered and shut his eyes; he had no idea there was a spot on his shoulder near his collarbone that he liked, but Lucy found it, and she made his knees weak every time she went back to it.

She nipped hard enough to elicit a groan them ran her tongue over the spot to soothe it. "No, but I'll add it right now."

"And we can also cross it off right now. How efficient." He gripped her thighs tight.

"We have to be fast. We don't want the team jet waiting for us."

Tim reached for her cheek to angle her face so that he could see her, and she could look into his darkened eyes. "I don't want to rush quality time with my wife. Let them leave without us. We can take yours later."

"You're right, husband. I like taking my time with you."

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Jackson watched Tim and Lucy rush onto the team jet later than all of the other teammates. "Well, if it isn't the Hickey Wife!"