So here I am, seated between his legs in the hottest, smallest bath known to man.
While Rhett Eaton washes me. And kisses me.
This is how I want to go.
“Ah, if I’m going to lose to someone, I’d have it be Theo. Give him a year or two, and he’ll be winning left and right.”
“So, like . . . a newer, shinier version of you?” I tease, but it ends in a gasp when he wraps my hair around his fist and gives it a tug.
“Watch that pretty little mouth, Summer,” he murmurs against my ear.
His erection presses against my back, but we’ve mostly ignored that in favor of just soaking for a bit.
“Or what?” My lips tip up as I glance over my shoulder, hoping to egg him on.
He chuckles, making goosebumps race over my flushed skin. “Or nothing. I’m out of condoms.”
“I don’t know if they taught you this at cowboy school, but I can’t get pregnant from giving blowjobs.”
He reaches around and roughly squeezes one of my breasts as he pulls me back against him. “Jesus, woman. The things that come out of your mouth sometimes.”
I giggle and soften against him. “Fine. Fine. You started it.”
“Started what?”
“This.”
I feel the rumble in his chest against my shoulders. “I did not.”
“You did. You kissed me first,” I joke.
“Huh. I thought you said that meant nothing.” He trails the washcloth over my arms now.
I close my eyes and sigh. I did say that. And at the time I meant it, or at least I wanted to. “I needed it to mean nothing so I could maintain some sense of professionalism.” It’s a painfully honest statement, and there’s a part of me that wishes I could take it back.
But for as much as Rhett and I rib each other, I don’t think he takes me lightly. Men who take a woman lightly don’t look at a woman the way Rhett looks at me.
That look could be all in my head.
Maybe I’m unraveling over a look that doesn’t even exist.
“Is taking Epsom salt baths with your clients something they teach you at law school?” His chest shakes under the strain of trying not to laugh at his own joke. Dork.
I groan and cover my face with my hands. “Rhett.”
He presses a kiss to the crown of my head. I’m pretty sure just to keep himself from laughing.
“It’s not funny. I don’t know what we’re doing here. And I’ve spent years in school and tens of thousands of dollars on it to do this job. This is . . . I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I think you do. I think you’re doing what you want for the first time in your life and that’s scary for you.”
“Yeah. Maybe.”
“I think you don’t need to worry about if I’m a client or not. I think that has nothing to do with what’s between you and me.”
“It’s the perception—” I try to say, but he interrupts me.
“What perception? Have you done this before? You planning to do it more in the future? Or does what’s happened between us have nothing at all to do with what either of us do for work? Do you think if we’d met under different circumstances, it would be different?”
“You might have been less of a growly prick to me,” I say, trying to steer the conversation away from what feels like something bigger than what I’m ready to face.
“I’m serious, Summer. I’m not sure why you keep talking about our jobs like it matters. We’re not doing anything wrong. I think Doctor Douche has you scared that there’s something shameful about being with another person. That you need to hide something you don’t.”
Well, shit. Is he right? I flip through the mental Rolodex of my past relationships.
I’ve never taken guys out with me. Never introduced them to my family. Once Willa straight out asked me if I was gay before assuring me she’d be cool with that.
Maybe the early input of thinking I needed to hide a relationship with genuine feelings made me believe that was true.
“I . . . well . . . fuck.”
He squeezes me and nuzzles against the back of my head. “I’ve always done whatever I want. Never been big on what other people think I should be doing. I imagine a person somewhere in between the two of us would be ideal, because I’ve probably burned a few bridges along the way.”
I snort at that. “You’re probably not wrong. I—” I start to protest, but he cuts me off.
“What if you stopped worrying about everything that could go wrong and just let yourself enjoy how right this feels?”