A part of her wished he had invited her into the shower with him when he came back, sweat sliding down his chest. She had quivered when a few droplets made their way through the fine smattering of hair on his pecks and vanished onto his shorts. But it was good he hadn’t invited her to shower with him. She chewed her finger, still uncertain about this. Taking things slow at this point just seemed unrealistic. Especially considering she wanted nothing more than to rip off his clothes and lick him all over. Olivia worked to push the image out of mind and concentrated on the house she hadn’t had much time to look at until now. It surprised her how much she liked the place. Being set outside of town slightly and off the main road, there was little traffic. The back was off a steep slope but had a fantastic view of a little valley. The log cabin feel outside was carried into the main house. Large exposed beams lined the ceiling. On the whole, the place was very homey and lived in. She wondered how much time he actually spent in the place.
