“Our shower isperfect!” I shout as I leap inside, steam already clouding the glass separating it from the larger bathroom. It’s the size of a walk-in closet, framed in light from thefloor-to-ceiling window that overlooks a forest of endless green and silver bark. Nothing for miles—only us.
When he enters the room, all sweaty and naked, my belly flips. Pulse spikes. I don’t think I’veeverlaid eyes on a more attractive figure. Tall. Capped shoulders. Ripped abs, tapering to his heavy cock swinging between his cut thighs. Inky hair disheveled. Jawline set to crush me.
The tattoo under his heart flexes as he sets his phone on the gray quartz double vanity. His finger and thumb tug on his lower lip as he wanders into the water with me. Skin still flushed from his workout, Aiden makes the area feel smaller, more intimate. Heat from the water mixes with the warmth rolling off him, and I sidle closer.
“I fucked up,” he says, and my heart beats even harder, though there’s a hint of laughter to his voice.
“Wh-what did you do?”
“I prepped this place all week but forgot to get the most important part.”
I glance at the cabinet. “Toilet paper?”
He cracks a grin. “No, I remembered that. But I forgotfood.”
His stomach growls like punctuation. The noise makes me laugh.
“You didn’t think ahead, huh?”
“Was going to have the kitchen stocked, but…got a little distracted.” He twists the second handle, unleashing another wall of water.
“Oh. And I suppose no one delivers out here?”
“And we’re in hiding, yeah…”
“Hmm…” I wonder how fast one could plant vegetables and then eat them?—
“But I texted Henry. He says he’s bringing oversome stuff…”
Water from his body sprays my face until I turn my back to him to wash my hair.
“You don’t sound confident.”
“I’ve seen his grocery choices,” Aiden mutters. “We could end up with Pop-Tarts and dog biscuits.”
“That’s fine,” I tease. “I’m so hungry, I’ll take either.”
“Crackers and cheese. I know you.” He laughs lightly, and it sends me into a fit of giggles along with him. “Can we have a night of cracker-free sheets?”
“That wasonetime. New day, new mess.”
Wafted curls of heat drift between us as he steps closer, fingertips slipping through my wet hair, massaging shampoo over my scalp. The sensation melts my knees.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that? Like…absolutelystunning.” He says it with reverence caught in the back of his throat.
“Flattery won’t feed us,” I mumble, eyes closed.
His cock knocks against my lower back until I peek one eye open. He’s lecherously licking his lips, scanning my body like he’s planning what he’s going to do to me later.
“I’m sore.”
“Mm, makes it even better…”
“I want to eat.”
“Gods, me, too. And that’s the only thing stopping me from fucking you again.”
My eyes crinkle with a smile, a burst of warmth filling every corner of my being. When he finishes conditioning my tangled, thick hair, I take my turn working through his. He has to bend halfway for me to reach.