Dax stepped into the tub on the other side of the faucet, and sat on the ledge just like I was.
When I finally risked a glance to the side, I saw his erection standing straight up, thick and hard.
Fuuuck.
My throat suddenly felt very, very swollen. And my body very, very warm.
I plugged the drain with my toe and dropped into the water before he could get a whiff of how attracted I was to him, and then grabbed a bath bomb out of the bin at my side. Unwrapping it quickly, I tossed it into the water. It’d color the bath, and hide Dax’s erection.
Assuming he didn’t sit on the ledge the whole time.
He couldn’t possibly be planning to sit on the ledge the whole time, could he? It wasn’t like he wanted me to check him out, did he?
I guess for him, everything had probably changed. He hadn’t been attracted to me—but now, magically, he was.
Dax grabbed the wrapper off the side of the tub. “Bomb Sex?” he asked me, lifting an eyebrow my way. The pink and purple glitter was already dissolving into the water, working its magic.
“Who doesn’t want bomb sex?” I shrugged.
His eyes burned into me for a moment, before dipping to the water. “Is that glitter?”
“Yup. Come on in, the glitter’s strong. You’ll probably be stained a bit pinkish-purple and covered in sparkles afterward thanks to this Bomb Sex.”
Dax’s eyes had that look in them again—the challenge one.
He and his massive dick slipped right on into the tub.
Dammit.
His legs found mine, though they didn’t have to in the gigantic bath—he wanted them to.
And I supposed that since I didn’t want to die, I wanted them to as well.
“Do you always use things like this?” he gestured to the water.
“Bath bombs? Not always, but sometimes. They make my skin smell good.”
Something about the way he looked at me told me he was most definitely interested in the idea of my skin smelling good.