Читать книгу SEALed with a Kiss - Jill Monroe - Страница 11

RILEY INDEED HAD AMAZING plans for her in the shower the next morning. Rachel had never felt so clean … or so dirty. They were both good.

After turning off the water, Riley grabbed a towel from the warming rack and handed it to her. Really …

who had a warming rack in San Diego? Rachel blotted the water from her face. She and her sister should definitely consider warming towel racks as an investment in The Sutherland. The sensation was pure decadence.

“I can’t get over how nice and big your bathroom is,” she told him as she dried off with the thick warm towel. “I don’t imagine you often see something quite this roomy in condos.”

Since moving back home, it seemed her eye was trained now to be on the lookout for possible renovation ideas. She admired everything from the double sink marble countertops to the travertine floor. Nothing had been spared on this bathroom.

“The previous owner before me did the remodel,” he told her as he reached for a towel for himself. “Tore down a wall, and took out some of the square footage of the guest bedroom to add that jetted tub and this two-

person shower.”

A two-person shower she enjoyed the hell out of with Riley. The body spray faucets soothed her skin with cool streams of water. Heated from his kisses. His hands. His tongue. Combine that with Riley rubbing and sloshing soap all over her body … she could handle plenty of those showers.

She gave a little wistful sigh as she spotted his whirlpool bath. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind the loss of a little walking room if I had a tub like that,” she told him, wrapping the towel around her sarong style.

“Well, you’re welcome to come and use mine anytime from now on,” he told her with a wink. He stepped onto the bath mat, then made a beeline for the counter.

From now on … That was the second time Riley had casually mentioned a future beyond this weekend. Luckily she knew he didn’t mean it, only as a figure of speech. Otherwise that little throwaway comment of his would be enough to make her heart go pitter-patter.

“Mind if I shave?” Riley asked, rubbing the steam off the mirror over the sink with his forearm.

Huh, why would she mind? She planned to have that newly smoothed cheek of his in places that would prefer a smooth cheek. “Mind if I watch?”

His hand stopped midair. “Okay, never thought of shaving as erotic, but when you said that just now, it made me hard.”

“I’m beginning to think most anything makes you hard,” she told him, meeting his gaze in the mirror.

“Only with you,” he said with a wink. Then he tugged on the bottom of the mirror revealing a medicine cabinet filled with all the routine items Riley used. Routine yes, but being in here, showering together, watching him get ready for no other reason than the pleasure of watching this man … felt very personal.

Even more so than making love.

Which was absurd.

Riley began layering lather on his face. The smell of menthol and mint mixed with sandalwood filled the steamy room. Rachel breathed in deep, knowing that no matter what else ever happened to her, she’d always associate that sexy scent with Riley.

He ran some water in the sink, and she balanced herself on the edge of the tub, ready to enjoy the show.

Riley had tucked the towel around his hips. He’d missed a few droplets of water, which still lingered on the smooth skin of his back. His sculpted shoulders were a work of art, his spine lined with lean muscles. She’d never been with a man so fit. His every muscle honed and fine-tuned, ready for action. For a moment she daydreamed about stalking over to him and removing those water droplets with her tongue.

Instead she decided to make inane conversation. “I’ve always thought I’d knock down the wall between my bedroom and bathroom. A bigger closet would be a dream come true. The Sutherland was designed long before there was a real appreciation for an en suite bathroom.” Utilitarian was the overall theme for the structure.

“So … do it,” Riley said, rinsing his razor in the sink, then taking another swipe along his jawline.

And that right there probably summed up Riley Wilkes’s entire philosophy about life. Where she liked to wait, see how things went, figure out her next move three steps ahead, Riley charged right in, ready to tackle all and everything.

“How long have you been thinking about it?” he asked, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror.

Since she was fifteen. “Uh … a little while. Not long.”

Riley shrugged. “Find out if the wall is load bearing, look at your designs for any wires or plumbing and cut the power. After that is the fun part.”

“Picking out the paint color?” she asked with a smile.

He shook his head. “Knocking that sucker down.”

Rachel laughed. Of course Riley’s favorite part would be the messy stuff.

“I can help. I did my fair share of demo and dry-

walling.”

“Where were you last year when The Sutherland looked like a mess?” she teased.

A line formed between his brows. “The place looks great.”

The Tea Room of The Sutherland had once been the place to host everything from baby showers to weddings. That was until the management company she and her sister had hired drop-kicked their once-beautiful banquet hall into ruin.

“It does now. I had to wash over two hundred individual pieces of crystal chandelier by hand. And don’t get me started on the wainscoting.”

“I’m not even sure I know what that is,” he told her without a hint of embarrassment at his lack of knowledge.

Strange. In her work experience, a man not familiar with something was a sign of weakness. Maybe it had to do with the way marketing departments worked. You had to be the authority. You had to have confidence to sell an item to people who didn’t need it. A special kind of swagger.

Not that Riley didn’t have swagger. And confidence. the man had plenty to spare. Just not blind arrogance.

Of course, in Riley’s world, not knowing something and not speaking up could get him killed. Rachel shuddered. She didn’t like thinking of Riley like that. In harm’s way. She preferred seeing him as the easygoing charmer.

An easygoing charmer she wouldn’t see much of after this weekend. Except at their speed dating SEAL parties. Her chest tightened. Riley was a regular at those parties. Always a favorite at the end of the night.

Rachel would have to watch him talk with other women. Flash that smile to other women. And now she knew how he kissed, how he touched, how he made a woman feel … how he made her feel.

How could she stand there calmly and ring a bell? Serve him drinks? She fixed the towel under her arms.

She should just say something right now, to remind herself that Riley Wilkes wasn’t hers. Except until Sunday. No need to wait. Rip the sticky bandage off now. Her sister would be proud.

“I’ll point it out to you at the next SEAL dating party.”

He turned to face her, his brows drawn together. “Oh, but—”

“You weren’t planning on dropping out, were you? Riley, you’re one of our most popular SEALs.”

His gaze flicked to hers. Narrowed. Then he turned and faced the mirror once more, his shaving almost complete.

Riley didn’t say anything else. Silence stretched between them. Awkwardly. So much for not waiting and ripping it off. From now on she’d stick with the methods that worked. Her methods. Avoidance. Delay.

She needed to find something that would get them back on track. “Is that what you did before you became a SEAL?” Construction worker—wow. The image of Riley, shirtless and balancing on a roof would supply her fantasy life for, well, a long time.

Riley checked in the mirror. “During my summer breaks and after school. Anything to make a buck. My dad could do everything. He framed homes, laid brick, put in plumbing, electric, whatever. Once I was old enough I trailed along. I guess he needed to be in construction because he had to keep on adding bedrooms with every new kid.”

Rachel smiled. And yet …

Riley told the joke easily, as if he’d made it at least a dozen times before now. But there was something a little off. His words were tinged with sadness.

She left her perch tubside and joined him. She cupped his now-smooth chin, loving the feel of his skin beneath her fingers. He was a man who’d joined the Navy to be a different person. He’d worked hard, excelled and been accepted into one of the most elite special ops in the world, but he was still a man who was only a name in a baby book. After her mother’s death, Rachel had found a memento box containing snippets of Rachel’s life. A lock of hair from her first haircut. A note to the tooth fairy. The ribbon she’d worn in her hair on the first day of kindergarten. Riley had nothing like that.

He gripped her hand, his gaze turning fierce. “I can see in your eyes you’re feeling bad. I didn’t want you feeling sorry for me.”

Of course not. That would be the last thing a man like Riley would want.

He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, and her nipples hardened against the terry cloth of her borrowed towel. “Unless feeling sorry for me means you’ll crawl up in my lap.”

Now that sounded like Riley.

“I could tell you how everything I wore was a hand-me-down.” His thumb stroked the back of her hand. Shiver time.

“But on the bright side, the yellow shirt my mom got off the clearance rack for my older brother had faded to beige by the time I could wear it.”

“I don’t know whether to believe any of this,” she said, giving his towel-covered hip a playful swat.

“See, that’s why I joined the Navy. Those big brothers hitting me all the time made me tough. Now I got a woman punching me. I’ll just have to do this.”

She squealed as he bent and hoisted her up and over his shoulder fireman style, heading straight to his big bed. Her towel slipped as he let her body slide down his and she plopped naked on top of the covers.

A determined flash blazed in his eyes when he realized she no longer sported terry cloth. She’d witnessed Riley playful and tired and hungry and aroused, but this unwavering Riley was new to her. The thought of all his driven Navy SEAL intensity focused on her and …

her breasts grew heavy, sensitive. Every part of her was wanting him.

Aching for his touch.

Riley scanned her body. His eyes darkened, his gaze stopping briefly at her lips, then lowering to her breasts, which seemed to grow even heavier under the heat and weight of his stare. He briefly met her eyes once more.

“You are amazing,” he breathed. His voice tight with arousal.

His towel dropped to the carpeted floor with a whoosh. Rachel caught sight of his penis hard and ready for her. Her breath left her body in a hiss, anticipating his touch. He stretched out slowly, too slowly, beside her on the bed. For a woman who was used to waiting, she’d suddenly grown impatient for everything that had to do with this man.

Riley rubbed his cheek against hers. Ahhh, bliss. Her eyes drifted shut as the masculine scent of him once again took over her senses.

Then he moved to gently nibble the side of her neck, radiating shivers of sensation along her nerve endings. He brushed over her collarbone and down to her breasts. With a quick kiss to each of her nipples, he continued lower. Every muscle she had began to tense, as she wondered what Riley would do to her next. He trailed his cheek over her rib cage to the hollow below her belly button, and she gasped.

Hadn’t she just entertained thoughts of his smooth skin rubbing along hers? Taking just this southerly path?

With tender fingers, he arched her leg up and over his shoulder, and all hell broke loose with her senses.