93- Sooner as you think

It makes me wonder what the story is between the two of them. The only thing I know is from what my ex-military client from ABAX shared with him during our meeting. I want to pry, so he can share his heaviness with me but I know that it’s not my place and that it will shatter the unexpected level of affection he is showing, despite our otherwise physical agreement.
I soon sense that my hair is about halfway dried so I hop off the counter.

“I’m not done,” he says.
I shake my head and take the dryer from him. “I’ll do the rest at home.” “Let’s do yours.”
To my surprise, he agrees and turns to lean against the counter. He shuts his eyes as I find a comb and begin to smooth out his light waves with the dryer.
He’s still as gloriously naked as I am, so I can’t help but to feast my eyes on him. The hard ridges of his torso; the dips and contours of his flesh and how taut it all is across his frame. My eyes lower to trace the slight dusting of hair past his navel and then of course past his groin to my now favorite part of his body.
I quickly retrieve my gaze when my hands slip and move from drying his hair to his forehead.
Thankfully, he doesn’t reopen his eyes at my clumsiness and I bite my lips to hide my smile. As he enjoys my service, I take the time for the first time up this close to properly examine and appreciate his beautiful face.
Shaved clean, his skin is soft and supple, like a newborn’s. His brows are groomed, leading down to a high arched nose, and dipping into soft, plump lips. Then there is this jawline of his that turned what could have otherwise been solely soft features into a severe attack on every woman’s brain cells.
I turn the dryer off and although I try to talk myself out of it, I can’t help but reach forward to place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.
This immediately brings his eyelids open and for a moment he stares at me.
I feel a bit nervous at the intensity of his gaze. It seems dark and more piercing than usual and it makes me fear that perhaps I’ve crossed a line.
“Let’s get dressed,” he says and before I can respond, he takes the dryer and replaces it on the wall.
“Do you have any lotion I can use?” I ask, but then change my mind. “Don’t worry about it I’ll be heading home soon.”
“Of course I do,” he says and opens up a cabinet beside the mirror.
It holds a very simple collection of about four bottles and I quickly find what I need. I take it with me but can’t help noticing the way his gaze has changed once again. He stares at my naked body and it makes me incredibly self-conscious. “Grady, I’m not wearing any clothes, so if you keep looking at me like that my skin’s going to melt off.”
He laughs as he follows me out of the bathroom. “You can’t blame me. You’ve got to be the sexiest woman that I’ve ever seen.”

I can’t help but feel equal parts pleasure and displeasure at the statement which I appreciate but is also a reminder that he has of course been with others apart from me. I grit my teeth, thankful that he can’t see my face as I head back into the adjoining room that serves as his walk in closet.
“What I want to do right now is work that lotion into your skin, but I know that if I start that, there will be very little chance that either of us will get out of this house today.”
“I know.” I smile and turn around to hold the lotion up as a weapon. “Don’t come close to me. I’ll take you up on the offer next time.” I take my seat on the stool in the center and begin to rub the scented lotion all over my skin. I could have indeed waited to get home but I’m glad for the chance to have something of his smeared all over my body for the rest of the day. Hopefully, no one else will be able to detect and connect this scent on me to him, but he will. He most definitely will.
I turn around to see him putting on a pair of dark boxer briefs, and wonder if I can borrow one of those.
He turns to see me looking at it and instantly guesses my thoughts. Lifting a rolled one from the stack in the drawer, he throws it over to me.
Of course, I miss the catch to his amusement. “Did you play any sports in school?”
“Of course not,” I reply and grab the briefs off the floor. I’m glad to hear his laughter especially since a few moments earlier he had seemed gloomy. “What about you?”
“Track,” he says. “I used to run a lot then. It cleared my mind. I still do from time to time but it’s hard to find the time during the weekdays because of my early schedule.”
“Nice,” I say, but then something occurs to me. “Wait, but if you don’t exercise that often how is your body like this?”
“Like what?” “You know.”
“No, I don’t know,” he says.
It makes me sigh. “Now you’re fishing for compliments?” “I don’t deserve any?”
I throw my head back and sigh aloud. “Fine. Your body’s amazing. Sick. Brain damage inducing… fine.”

He’s just shrugged his arms into a shirt but a deep rumbling laugh overtakes him at my comment. “Really? Brain damage inducing?”
“No further comments,” I say and head off into the bedroom to find my bra. The rest of my clothes are there too, so I pick them up, shaking my head at what a passionate breathless mess we were last night. I want to see him dress though, so I take what I need and head back into the closet. I put on my bra and even though I’m aware he’s watching me, I don’t indulge him by turning it into some show. I just give him knowing glances from time to time and relish the soft smile on his face. He really is too good looking and that is just one more ingredient for this recipe for a disaster that we’re both currently putting together.
I want the chance to button him up but I suspect that this will cross yet another line, so I let the fantasy go, and instead ask about something fairly neutral. “Your dad,” I begin gently. “Did you get to see him enough when you were younger? With him being a Navy Seal and all?”
He is quiet for a moment which makes me think once again that I have stepped across a boundary. All of this double checking and contemplation is truly stressful to deal with. “I’m asking because of my own experience with a military father.”
“I did,” his response comes. “And we were once very close but then about the time I turned twenty he got into an accident while on active duty.”