The heat presses in around us, the space small and contained, holding everything exactly where it is.
I don’t move. Even as the air grows heavier. Even as I know I should probably step out, take a break, cool down. I don’t. I’m not sure if it’s the heat… or the way he hasn’t moved.
“Why did you get this?” I ask, studying him. “It seems like an interesting choice of purchase.”
“Why do you say that?” He raises a brow.
“Saunas are trending. At least, according to social media,” I smirk. “You don’t seem like the type of guy that follows trends.”
He shakes his head. “Oh believe me, I’m not. I’ve been interested in the benefits of saunas for ages. It’s good for the nervous system… inflammation reduction, healing, reducing anxiety and depression. I got it with you in mind. ”
I look up at him. “You got this with me in mind? How long have you had it?”
I glance around—it does look brand new.
His expression shifts, as if he’s avoiding my question. “Oh I mean, I just thought you could benefit from it, too. That’s all. You run hot when you’re overwhelmed.”
I don’t quite buy his response—it seems like there’s something underneath it that he’s not willing to share—but it’s awkward. So I do what I do when I feel awkward, and I make the first joke that comes to mind. “Maybe you can get a matching teeny tiny sauna for your spiders.” I grin at him.
His expression completely shifts. He glares at me, and I almost flinch under the iciness of his gaze. “They would die. They donotdo well in hot weather. They need sheltered, cool locations.”
Wow, okay. Note to self: Don’t make jokes about his spiders, even innocent ones.
Because apparently Soren has no sense of humorat allwhen it comes to them.
He quickly seems to realize his overreaction, because he physically shakes his shoulders, as if resetting himself. “Sorry. You know how protective of them I am,” he says. “Character flaw—spider dad.”
I smirk. Who knew spider dads were a thing? Of course I would find myself with one. An uptight, overprotective one at that.
“Anyway, you can use this whenever you want,” he says. “Wecan. I thought it might be fun to… experiment in here.” His eyes take on a new depth, the storm once again beginning to swirl.
“Oh really?” My interest is piqued, my core suddenly awake, any thoughts of spiders pushed far to the side. “What did you have in mind?”
His eyes trail down my body. “You have far too many clothes on for what I was thinking.”
My pulse jumps, my skin beginning to tingle. “Should I remedy that?”
“Don’t ask,” he says. “Just do it.”
I peel off my tank top. My clothes are sticking to me now, the fabric trickier than usual to maneuver.
But it doesn’t seem to faze Soren. “Good,” he says. “I want to see all of you.” His intent is obvious, lust in his eyes as I undo my shorts and pull them down.
I stand there in my bra and panties for a moment.
“My god, you’re so fucking hot,” he says.
He’s hard—I can see the outline of his length through his pants.
My clit throbs as I stand in front of him, as if I’m on display.
“Keep going,” he encourages me. “As cute as your lingerie is, I want to see what’s underneath.”
“Like what?” I play it coy. My mood is still teasing, and we seem to be more aligned on this topic than the last.
“Like your gorgeous tits and your pretty pussy.”
I can feel the arousal pooling at my entrance. I’m so ready for him to take me in this gorgeous heat.