Just because I shot porn, sometimes even the rough stuff, didn’t mean I wasn’t a gentleman in real life. From the minute I’d been introduced to her, I was hell-bent on making Nina feel comfortable. Coming home with a guy she’d just met, even though we’d acted together, had her guard up, and I lived alone. She had a right to be cautious.
I let her into my kitchen first, and then hurried around her, wishing I could block the view. The place was a disaster. “Uh, yeah. The dishes kind of got away from me.”
She smiled as I guided her on into the living room.
Also a disaster.
I grabbed the open pizza box off the coffee table and folded it up, tossing it into the kitchen. “Gimme a second to—”
“Seriously, Scott, don’t worry about it.” Amusement played on her expression. Her gaze roamed over the couch littered with two PS4 controllers and the end table covered in empty Mt. Dew cans.
I owned my house, but I felt nothing like an adult now, and I didn’t want Nina to see me as a boy. My messiness hadn’t bothered Kendall because she was a bigger slob than me, but I could be better than this.
“I’ve got an idea,” I said. “I’ll call my friend who works at a garage while you hop in the shower.” I rubbed my palm on the back of my neck, and then offered my hand out. “I mean, if you want a shower.”
She paused. “I do, but . . .
“It’s not gross in there, I swear.” Oh shit, was it? I tried to recall the state of my bathroom this morning. Nothing stood out, but I’d have to get in there first just to be safe.
“No.” She laughed lightly. “I mean, it seems weird using your shower when we just met.”
I blinked. The longer we went without touching, the further she slipped into shyness. Where was the girl who’d asked me for more during our scene? I reached for her, trapping her small waist in my hands and tipped my face down to hers. “You let me fuck you, Nina.” I emphasized her name the way she seemed to like it, and slid a hand down until it cupped a handful of her ass. “I had my dick here. The least I can offer you is the use of my shower.”
I bent the last inch and set my lips on top of hers, igniting our kiss. Instantly her mouth was open, accepting my tongue as I sought out hers. It was electric. The buzz roared back to full strength when my tongue swept in her mouth, and she pressed her lips against mine, answering with the same intensity.
When it ended, she swayed under my hands. Warmth spread across my chest at my effect on her.
“Okay.” Her voice was as unsteady as her body. “I’ll use your bathroom which you say is not gross.”
I nodded enthusiastically. “That’s probably not gross.”
For fuck’s sake, it was.
I grabbed my damp towel off the floor where I’d left it and used it to scrub the counter clean as quickly as possible. At least the shower tub was okay. I tossed my dirty towel into the hallway and grabbed a new one down from the shelf in the closet. It was a beach towel, but whatever. It was clean.
“Are you, uh, joining me?” Her eyes seemed to spark with excitement at the idea.
“If you don’t mind, sure.” But then I thought about what I still needed to do. “Get started without me, I’ll make the call and be back in a few minutes.”
Nothing would kill the mood faster than her seeing my underwear and socks covering the bedroom floor.
I called my friend, explained the situation, and he offered to drive over to the studio and check her car out on his way to work tonight. When I had everything shoved in the closet and the bed made, I found the blindfold and rope, tucked them under a pillow, and headed for the shower.
The curtain was drawn so I couldn’t see her, and I wasn’t sure if she’d heard the door open and close. I didn’t want to startle her. “Ready for company?”
She laughed softly. “As long as that company doesn’t get my hair or face wet. I don’t want to redo my makeup and I’m sure you don’t have a hair dryer.”
“No, I don’t.” I pulled back the curtain, revealing a nude and glistening Nina. “Fuck me running,” I groaned as I stepped into the tub. “Kimberly needs to put you in a shower scene.”
Nina moved out of the way, making room for me to get under the angled stream of water, but her gaze swept down my frame and lingered appreciatively on my dic
k.
Which was already growing hard for her.
“Do you always work for Kimberly?”
“No, I’ve worked with some others. The pay’s better at Wicked Entertainment, but they run things differently. It’s not really my style. Kim’s is more laid back, and I have more fun there.”