Edge by Brenda Rothert Page B

the shower.
    “Just don’t … I’m not perfect,” I said.
    “I’ll be the judge of that.” He arched his brows and gave me a sexy grin. I let go of the robe and it fell open, revealing a sliver of skin down the center of my body. Luke backed toward the edge of the shower room, his eyes never leaving me.
    “Looks perfect to me,” he said. His reverential tone and the bulge in his nylon workout pants gave me the courage to walk over and turn the silver knob on the wall to start the shower.
    I glanced at him while I waited for the water to warm up. Luke had pulled over a metal folding chair, and he sat in it with his legs spread far apart, elbows resting on his knees. His expression was hungry and eager, and I hoped I’d be enough to satisfy his appetite.
    The steady stream of water emitted a fog of steam, and I tested it and adjusted it a little. When it was just right, I turned my back to Luke and glanced over my shoulder at him. He was stroking his jaw line, thumb resting on his chin. It was now or never.
    With a deep breath, I pushed the robe from my shoulders. The rush of cool air on my back and arms made my skin break out in goose bumps. I let it slide further before I pulled it away and hung it on a hook on the wall.
    Was that a mom thing to do? Would a sexy woman have tossed it to the floor? I’d worry about that later. For now, I stepped into the steaming spray of water, letting its warmth quell my shaking.
    I ran my hands through my hair, letting the water soak all the way to my scalp. It felt good – comforting and familiar. Keeping my eyes closed, I tried to pretend I was at home in my little shower.
    But if I’d been there, my nipples wouldn’t be hard right now. I wouldn’t have gotten a bikini wax and shaved my legs in preparation for this shower. I’d never felt as sexy as I did with Luke watching me right now. And this was a one-time thing — I wanted to enjoy it. With one more deep breath, I turned to meet his gaze.
    ***
    Luke
     
    Dell was beautiful. So much more than I’d even expected. Her ivory skin was perfect, her body lithe and toned. I was breathing heavy just from watching the water wash over her long, dark red hair and down her round, gorgeous breasts. Then there was the hint of red curls between her thighs, which launched my arousal to an unbearable level.
    I cursed every cheap lay I’d ever had. Hadn’t every woman been cheap compared to her? I wanted to give every meaningless fuck back for just the chance to touch her right now. I could tell she wanted me to.
    My cock was rock hard, my balls tight and full with anticipation. But what caught me off guard was the overly full sensation in my chest. When Dell turned those bright green eyes on me, so vulnerable and trusting, it wasn’t my cock she reached – it was my heart.
    There were so many thoughts in my head at that moment. I wanted to tell her she made me wish I could have something real; that I was overwhelmed by her and that her beauty put other women to shame. But I wouldn’t mar this moment with words.
    I steepled my hands and rested my index fingers against my mouth, hoping she could see from my face how deeply she was affecting me. Her lips curled up into a tiny smile and she reached to a shelf for the bottle she’d set there.
    While she squeezed liquid soap into her hands and slowly worked it into a lather, I shifted in my seat. My cock was straining against my pants, and I tried to tamp my desire for her body. This wasn’t about me; it was about showing her how sexy and amazing she was.
    But when she started rubbing the suds over her arms and massaging her tits, white lather escaping through the cracks of her fingers, I couldn’t take it. I scrubbed a hand down my face and rubbed my raging erection with the other one.
    I didn’t want to cheapen this, but I was so fucking hard right now. Dell looked over at me and smiled. She liked seeing me turned on by her. I was all too happy to indulge. With a pull on the