“I should have brought her with me. We could’ve become this little superhero duo who goes around saving our men when they get into trouble.”

Zeke’s eyebrows raised, the lines on his forehead deepening. “Am I? Your man?”

I shrugged one shoulder. “Aren’t you?”

A ghost of a smile touched his lips, and he nodded. “I am.”

I wiped his hand with my finger and frowned.

“What?” he asked, unsure.

“I got you dirty. Looks like you’re going to need another shower.”

Zeke blew out a breath, looking both eager and nervous. He picked me up, holding me by the hips as I locked my ankles at the small of his back. He lifted his chin, and I grabbed his cheeks, kissing him while he walked us to his room. He fumbled with his key card, but once we were in, he locked the bolt lock and took me straight to the bathroom, lowering me to the floor.

I bent down to unlace my boots, then stood up to pull off my work shirt. I reached down to slowly unbutton and unzip my cargo pants, letting them fall to the ground. I used my toes to pull off my boots, then I kicked them to the side.

Zeke scanned my body, breathing out again. “Is this really happening?”

My sports bra came off then my cotton panties.

“This is really happening,” he said, answering himself.

I grabbed his once-clean T-shirt—now smudged with the grime from my clothes—and pulled it over his head. He looked down at me while I ran my hands over the highs and lows of his smooth torso, then over the bulges of his shoulders, letting my fingertips graze down his back and over his hips, landing on the waistband of his shorts.

I pulled them forward, over his already bulging dick, and they dropped to the floor. He touched his lips to mine gently, reaching behind me to push the curtain to the side and turn the knob.

The showerhead began to spray, and Zeke wrapped his arms around me, holding my bare chest against his. My skin burned, my nerves throwing a fucking party, the apex of my thighs crying out to touch more of him. There was nothing between us, but I only wanted him to hold me tighter.

Zeke checked the water then walked me backward.

“Watch your step,” he said, guiding me over the edge of the tub.

I’d had lovers before Matt, but none after until Zeke. Annie had warned me not to compare, so I didn’t. Zeke touched me with experience, but it was different, and that was hard to ignore.