WILD (Naked, Book 3) Read Free Page B

jumped, startled from her sex fantasy.
    “Where were you just now?” he said, his mischievous look making her think that he knew more than he was letting on.
    Had she been staring that obviously?
    Her cheeks were burning. “Just thinking about how I have to go back to my parents’ house and get my purse,” she lied.
    Elijah nodded, still standing there half-naked, totally unashamed, daring her to look. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. You think they’ll give it back to you?” he asked.
    “I hope so.”
    “Huh.” He threw his shirt, pants and boxers onto the bed and then turned slightly again.
    For a moment Caelyn didn’t know what he was doing, and then it hit her, just as he started to take off his towel.
    “Hey, ah—what are you doing?” she cried out, half shielding her eyes with one hand as he tossed his towel to the floor.
    She couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of Elijah’s bare, muscular butt as the towel dropped.
    “What do you mean, what am I doing?” he laughed. “I’m getting dressed.”
    “Yeah, I can see that,” she sputtered. She took her hand away from her face enough to watch his back muscles contracting as he pulled on his boxers and then turned to look at her.
    “Am I making you nervous?” he said.
    She dropped her hand. Now he was somewhat clothed, she didn’t feel quite as anxious. “You’re not making me nervous, but it’s not really…I don’t know…aren’t you supposed to change in the other room?”
    Elijah shrugged, grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. “I don’t know. I will if you want me to, Caelyn.”
    “I don’t care,” she said. “Do what you want to do.”
    He put on his jeans, sliding them up over his hips. Now that he was fully clothed again, she wished he wasn’t. What was her problem? Was she just totally losing it?
    “I want to make you comfortable,” he said, staring directly into her eyes. “So if I’m bothering you, just tell me. I’ll dress like a goddamn Eskimo if that’s what it takes.”
    Caelyn laughed. “Don’t make fun, Elijah.”
    “I’m not making fun,” he said. “So are you going to shower now or what?”
    “Yes,” she said, her heart speeding up. Something so intimate was happening as they looked at one another. Here they were, alone in this apartment, nobody to tell them what they could or couldn’t do together. They were the ones making up the rules.
    She almost wanted to tell him to come in the shower with her. The thought of saying such a thing out loud made her almost dizzy with excitement, fear and need. Her heart was pounding.
    There was so much sexual tension between them that she almost could see it.
    “Well,” Elijah said, turning away finally and running a hand through his hair,
    “enjoy it. There’s good water pressure.”
    “Okay,” she laughed, shaking her head at just how weird things had gotten. Now they were discussing water pressure of all things. As if this was the most normal circumstance in the world. Nothing to see here, just two young people living together in an apartment, doing normal things like showering, changing, going shopping.
    Except it was anything but normal, and that’s what made her head spin. She had to keep reminding herself of that fact.
    Caelyn picked out some clothes and a plastic bag containing the toiletries she’d bought at Walmart earlier, and went into the bathroom.
    She took a nice hot shower, enjoying the feel of the water on her skin, knowing that Elijah had stood in that same spot not long ago, and he’d been naked too.
    Maybe someday soon they really would be in the shower together, watching the water spill down one another’s bodies, kissing, touching, unafraid of the consequences or the possibilities.
    She was getting turned on.
    It was both pleasurable and unsettling to realize the kind of effect he had on her.
    After getting out of the shower, she changed, brushed her teeth, and put her still wet hair back in a ponytail. When Caelyn came out of the