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listening for the sounds of him leaving, Shea turned on the shower, stepped beneath the hot spray, and washed the evidence of the last fifteen minutes away as best she could.
    Too bad she had a feeling the memories were going to last a lifetime.

Against the Wall

Chapter Four
     
    Fuck. Ryan couldn’t believe he’d panicked and just let her walk away! What the hell was the matter with him?
    Shit, he’d never had his two heads cause such a big friggin’ problem in his entire life. Thinking and sex did not go together, end of story. So then why did she have him so twisted up in knots he couldn’t keep even that simple fact straight? Damn woman had him going out of his mind!
    Now she was in the shower, after delivering her cool dismissal, while he stood rooted in place, his cock about ready to climb up his body and strangle him for screwing this up—and his mind still reeling from the emotional assault she’d made on him.
    He needed to get it together before she came back out, because no way in hell was he leaving her alone. He might be scared shitless of the way she made him feel, all desperate and needy and like a keg of dynamite just waiting to blow, but he wasn’t such a prick that he was going to leave her by herself tonight.
    And if his dick was snickering, knowing his motivation was a hell of a lot more than honorable, he did his best to ignore it. He may have screwed up his chance to fuck her tonight, but Ryan knew they weren’t done. Not by a long shot. He just had to figure out how to get inside of her without doing something really stupid and falling—
    No!
    No. Fucking. Way!
    Damn it, he wasn’t even going to think it.
    Needing a quick distraction, Ryan searched out his discarded shirt, slipped it over his head, and began the stubborn task of trying to hide his cock behind his fly again. After some careful maneuvering, he finally got the damn thing put away, but no way in hell was it hidden, leaving a long, highly noticeable ridge from the base of his zipper all the way over to his left hip. But, at least it was no longer poking its head out, begging for attention.
    That taken care of, Ryan collected the shattered pieces of the lamp she’d crashed over Spalding’s skull, dumping them in her kitchen rubbish bin. Then he figured he might as well take the opportunity to get to learn more about the woman turning his entire world upside down, and since the water was still running, he started a slow walk around her bedroom.
    For a guy with really rugged taste, he was kinda surprised how much he liked it. It was feminine, but not frilly, with books crammed into every available space and thick, scented candles decorating every surface. A case packed full of CDs caught his eye on the other side of the room, standing next to her dresser which had her sound system on top, and he walked over for a quick look, interested to know what kind of music she was into.
    His eyes scanned the titles, and he snorted. Huh—it figured. There were rows and rows of alternative rock, along with countless classical compilations and operas, for crying out loud. But then he finally found some Stones, and Pink Floyd, and The Who, so maybe there was hope after all. She didn’t have any Springsteen or Clapton, but hey, he could always remedy that later on.
    And whoa—what in the hell was he talking about now? Where did this shit keep coming from? Jesus, it wasn’t like they were getting ready to play house or anything. He just wanted to fuck her, not move in with her!
    The water was still running, and he was quickly looking for another distraction when her phone rang. Not thinking twice about it, Ryan walked over to her bedside table and lifted the receiver, muttering, “McCall,” into the mouthpiece.
    “Uh…Ry? Is that you?”
    Well, shit.
    “Yeah, Hannah, it’s me. What’s up?” he drawled offhandedly, suddenly realizing his mouth was still wet from going down on Shea. He wiped his face against his shoulder, trying to ignore