Following her up the stairs, he watched her hips sway seductively. The pajama shirt she had on was just long enough to cover her bottom. The sides were slit to her waist and as she moved, he caught glimpses of her fleshy hips. He clenched his fists to keep from reaching up and grabbing her. By the time they reached the top step, his attention was fixed on where her thighs disappeared under the shirttail, and his jeans had become incredibly tight.

“I guess I’ll have to wear that green jogging outfit again.” She headed for her room, with him trailing her like a love-struck puppy. 

“I’ll have a look in my closet. I might be able to find something else left by Brad. He’s the nephew who so kindly supplied the jogging outfit.” 

“Jonathan,” she began then went quiet. Blushing, she added, “Will you stay in the bathroom with me, please?  I know that sounds dumb.” 

“Not dumb at all,” he reassured her, trying to control his eagerness. There was nothing he’d like better. “Of course I’ll stay with you. I’ll search my closet when you’re done.” 

“Thank you.” She went into the bathroom and he again trailed her. He liked the view. His pajama shirt had never looked so good. He sat on the toilet seat and turned away, giving her as much privacy as possible. 

“The towels are in the cabinet above the toilet,” he said. 

“You don’t have to turn away. You’ve pretty much seen all of me there is to see.” 

He glanced back. His heart was in his throat when he saw her bend over to adjust the water. His cock throbbed, insistently. Her lush round ass faced him; those plump, round cheeks with the dimples he wanted to kiss and nibble. He fought that temptation, the lust-filled urge to take her in his arms. His palms itched and he had trouble catching his breath. 

He must have made some strangled noise because she turned and looked at him over her shoulder. Her long black hair had parted and hung like a veil over her shoulders and across a portion of her face. He couldn’t see if she was smiling, or perhaps angry at his attention. 

“You like?” she teased, answering his question. 

“Yes, I like very much.” He checked his watch, and groaned. Half-passed; there was no time for what he had in mind. By the mischievous look on her face, she had much the same thoughts. “In you get before I take advantage,” he urged. 

“I’d like you to. But not with the cops showing up, I don’t want to feel rushed.” She winked at him, and then reached for one of the towels. Leaning forward, she twisted her long hair into a knot and then wrapped the towel around it. Straightening, she tucked the ends in and stepped into the shower. 

He sat watching her through the frosted glass shower doors, his mind going from lecherous fantasies of dragging her out and making wild passionate love, to the events of the evening. What was stalking her, tattooing her, without being seen and leaving no trace?  Absentmindedly, he rubbed his crotch, and groaned again. His erection pulsed, and he knew he had to relax, somehow. He didn’t want to meet Ken at the door with a raging hard-on. That’d be a sure fire way to let him know he was interested in Jessica in more than a professional way. 

But he couldn’t stop staring at her as she slid the soap-filled sponge over her shoulders down to the plump softness of her breasts and over her belly. Blood roared in his ears when he saw her hand disappear between her thighs. The white patch covering the tattoo was like a beacon, and he wanted—ached to touch her. 

Suddenly, the shower stopped, the door opened and Jessica stepped out.