Austin tilted his head and flashed me a sly grin. "Don't you want to be seduced?"
My sphincter twitched, an odd sensation to be sure when all my fantasies had me as the one on top. I wanted to back him up a few steps.
"You're early. I need to get a shower." The massage oil felt great going on, but now my skin needed to breathe again.
His grin widened. "I'll come wash your back."
I put my hands on my hips and stared him down. "You'll go get something to open that bottle later. It won't take me long to get rinsed off."
He set the bottle on the table, opened a drawer, and held up a corkscrew. "They think of everything at the Southern Cross."
"I've known you six hours, and you're not climbing in the shower with me, Austin."
His gaze locked with me, gluing my feet to the floor as he stepped in front of me. "Me thinketh the lad protesteth overmuch."
My heart stuttered, then beat faster. I wondered if he could hear it. "I'm not protesting. I'm taking a shower."
His right hand reached out, coming to rest on my shoulder, briefly, before his fingers slid into my hair. The breeze coming through the open window cooled my heated face and brought the light scent of his aftershave to me. No musk for Austin--the fragrance was clean and icy crisp, like snow.
My knees started to shake as he leaned closer to me. His eyelids fluttered closed as his warm breath caressed my cheek. A drumbeat pounded in my ears, deafening me, as his mouth touched mine.
I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight.