Page 100 of Rock Giant

Maybe he couldn’t hear her over the noise of the water.She’d give it a minute, preferring to gain his permission before handing his room number out, even if it was just to Nash.It was unkind of her, but she could see her fiancé deliberately letting it slip to cause Rock Giant issues.She was especially suspicious of the fact he hadn’t said anything negative about her being here.Maybe he figured other people were present.

Or maybe he was too busy watching Balin fuck some random woman to give a shit what she was currently up to.

She knocked on the bathroom door again.“Paul?”

Maybe if she cracked it open, he’d hear her.

It wasn’t locked.

The shower had to have one of those waterfall heads, for it was certainly pounding the base of the enclosure with considerable force.She hadn’t counted on the mirror, or the extractor fan ensuring it remained condensation free, or the particularly beautiful curve of Paul Reed’s arse being visible below the inked slope of his muscular back.Cheeks, high and firm, the muscles hollowing as he clenched and relaxed.Even as she watched he partially turned to rest one forearm against the tiles.The view was hazed by the water running down the glass but still gave her enough of a view to cause her to near choke when it became apparent what he was doing.He was… Heat washed through her body.

“Castle?”

She pressed her knuckles to her mouth.Swallowed in a futile attempt to get a grip on herself.No sense in pretending she wasn’t here and attempting to close the door noiselessly.If she could see his reflection, odds were he could see hers.

“I know you’re there.”

She swallowed again.Croaked.“Just wondered…” Coughed and started over.“I just wondered if it was okay to give Nash your number… Your room number?”

“Yeah, if you give me your phone number.”

“Not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Do you want to debate what is and isn’t a good idea right now?”

“Not really.”She was sure she’d lose dramatically.He’d stopped stroking, but his hand was still around his cock, not merely hiding it from her vision.

“I’ve seen it before, you know.”

Why the fuck had she said that?Way to make it obvious that she was staring.

“Believe me, I know.I’m not sad about you seeing it now.Just frustrated that you’ve vetoed doing anything more than looking.”A grin crinkled his cheeks.“That is unless you want to glide over here and engage in some intentional voyeurism.I promise, I’ll put on a good show for you.”He gave her a wink.

“Nash wouldn’t like it.”

That was her best defence?

“Castle.”

“What?”

He made a noise right in the back of his throat, which sounded like it’d wriggled its way up from his knees.“You’re killing me.”His jaw clenched.Jodi’s heart started pounding inside her ears so loud it practically drowned out the water noises.Droplets were clinging to his abs.Darker hairs at the tops of his legs were clumped together into wriggly strands.If she followed the dragon’s tail to its end… She startled.Shook her head and got a grip of herself.

“So, can I give him your room number?”

He huffed.“Do whatever you must.”

“Or?”

He grimaced and shook his head.Gave a dry little chuckle.“Or, she asks.Woman, you’re torture.”

She’d meant to say, or what?

“Or, Castle, you’re going to wind up in this shower with me, and I can’t promise I won’t shag you senseless as a result.So, yeah, I guess you’d better invite ol’ Joy Division over and maybe get out of here while I finish up.”

Yep.Yeah, she ought to do that.Definitely…

“You mean the shower right, not…” She backed out of the room with her hands up.