Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

“Yes.” He clears his throat. “And he’s very sorry for being so assertive.”
I felt the promising outline of it during yoga this morning, but now it’s
confirmed. The man is ginormous.
“It’s okay,” I tell him, trying to be calm about this. “It’s…it’s just a bodily
response. It’s not your fault but, holy shit—”
“You okay over there?” Viggo calls. Another crunch of his apple.
“When I’m out of this pickle,” Ren mutters. “I’m going to ram one of those
apples straight down his throat.” He glances down at me. “I am so sorry about
this.”
“I’m the one who’s sorry. It’s all me and my bum leg’s fault—”
“No, it’s not, Frankie.” He gives me a gentle squeeze that I think is supposed
to reassure me but ends up just pressing all our nakedness together. I’m trying
not to respond myself, but my nipples are rocks against his chest, my throat and
cheeks burning with a flush. A warm, needy ache between my legs makes me
feel even more unsteady.
“I have a plan,” Ren says. “I’ll just walk you backward, down the hall, and
then you’ll be out of Viggo’s sightline. I’ll close my eyes and you can get to
your room in privacy.”
“Okay.” I nod. “Good idea.”
Slowly, we start walking in step toward my room. Ren moves steadily,
leading with a nudge of his knees that I follow as I take careful steps backwards.
He peers down at me, trying very valiantly not to look below my chin, at my
bare breasts pressed against his chest. It’s his crowning feat of chivalry. Me, on
the other hand, I’m shameless. I can’t stop fixating on how my nipples tighten,
how they scrape across the soft dusting of hairs on his solid chest. I feel the hard
planes of his pecs, the heat of his skin.
“It’s like we’re dancing.” I stare up at him, trying to distract myself. “I bet
you’re a good dancer.”
Ren grins. “Why do you think that?”
“How you’re moving now. How graceful you are on the ice.”
His grin broadens. “Thanks, Frankie.”
“You’re wel—”
We freeze as Ren’s towel loosens between us. Before either of us can reach
and save it, the towel drifts down, followed by mine, fluttering past our thighs.
Ren curses under his breath, holding me even closer, trying to pin the fabric
somewhere around our knees.
I stare at him, wide-eyed with shock. “Did you just say carbuncles?”
“No.” He grimaces. “Maybe—”
Before Ren can say another word, I gasp as our towels drop completely.