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attraction to Luke—until she wanted to scream.
Locking the door behind her, she headed to the bathroom, stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower. Just like that, standing under the warm spray of the water, she broke down and started crying. In frustration. And in relief.
When she was done, she felt better. She also felt ready to face the truth.
As she went through the motions of shampooing and conditioning her hair, she thought things over more calmly.
She hadn’t appreciated Luke dressing her down the way he had, but she also couldn’t deny he’d been partially right. She had sensed that the men by the boat might be trouble but she’d continued moving toward them anyway. But she’d truly thought, even if they catcalled or said something obnoxious, they’d let her pass. In the absence of obvious danger, she refused to be like her mother, cowering in fear from any and every potential threat. Her independence was everything to her. Even so, contrary to what Luke had implied, she wasn’t stupid or careless when it came to her safety. When her career had exploded, knowing herself and the fact she was careful and only made appearances when absolutely necessary, she’d shunned the idea of having a bodyguard, but Craig had finally worn her down. The bodyguard he’d hired hadn’t protected her, however.
Not the way Luke had.
As soon as she’d realized Luke was there to help her, she’d been filled with relief. She’d been scared, too, afraid that because they were outnumbered, Luke would be hurt trying to protect her. It was one of the reasons why she’d been reluctant to hire a bodyguard even after she’d received death threats. But it had become evident very quickly that Luke was quite capable of taking on the other men. The longer Kat had watched, each time she’d seen Luke’s big hand pushing her harasser back shove-by-shove, she’d felt her relief and fear giving away to arousal.
Luke’s primal ability to protect her, the play of the muscles in his arms and back, the grim set to his expression that highlighted the strong angles of his face—it all called to the most feminine part of her. She’d been scared but at the same time, she could admit it now—her belly had filled with butterflies and her lower body had throbbed painfully. Desire had lit up her every cell, and she had not been able to stop staring at him. He had been so confident, and so sure of himself; that alone had been sexy, but the skill and ease with which he had moved had sent little flashes through her mind, images of what he would be like in bed.
Feeling heated with arousal, Kat turned the water slightly cooler and finished rinsing her hair. Then she grabbed some of her scented cleanser. She tried to focus on the simple pleasure of the water trickling over her face and down her body. Before she knew what was happening, however, she began to imagine it was Luke touching her so gently and so intimately.
She let out a breathy sign. God, it would feel so good to be touched by Luke.
Kat felt her pulse quicken. Her nipples hardened under the flowing water and her skin began to tingle. She imagined Luke pulling her against his naked form, his hard cock brushing against her stomach, and she began to pant slightly. Jeez, she was turned on!
With one hand, she cupped her breast, massaging it roughly even as her other hand slid down her taut belly and through the strip of short hair below. Her fingers slid into her slick folds and she gasped quietly as they reached her clit. She massaged the small nub, gently at first, then more urgently.
In her mind, Luke shifted behind her, covering each of her hands with one of his, urging her to touch herself harder. Deeper. His steely erection pressed against her backside.
Her breathing became more frantic as the scene played out in her head. She shuddered as the sensations of pleasure became overwhelming.
Arching her back, she rubbed harder, with more urgency, bringing herself to the
Locking the door behind her, she headed to the bathroom, stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower. Just like that, standing under the warm spray of the water, she broke down and started crying. In frustration. And in relief.
When she was done, she felt better. She also felt ready to face the truth.
As she went through the motions of shampooing and conditioning her hair, she thought things over more calmly.
She hadn’t appreciated Luke dressing her down the way he had, but she also couldn’t deny he’d been partially right. She had sensed that the men by the boat might be trouble but she’d continued moving toward them anyway. But she’d truly thought, even if they catcalled or said something obnoxious, they’d let her pass. In the absence of obvious danger, she refused to be like her mother, cowering in fear from any and every potential threat. Her independence was everything to her. Even so, contrary to what Luke had implied, she wasn’t stupid or careless when it came to her safety. When her career had exploded, knowing herself and the fact she was careful and only made appearances when absolutely necessary, she’d shunned the idea of having a bodyguard, but Craig had finally worn her down. The bodyguard he’d hired hadn’t protected her, however.
Not the way Luke had.
As soon as she’d realized Luke was there to help her, she’d been filled with relief. She’d been scared, too, afraid that because they were outnumbered, Luke would be hurt trying to protect her. It was one of the reasons why she’d been reluctant to hire a bodyguard even after she’d received death threats. But it had become evident very quickly that Luke was quite capable of taking on the other men. The longer Kat had watched, each time she’d seen Luke’s big hand pushing her harasser back shove-by-shove, she’d felt her relief and fear giving away to arousal.
Luke’s primal ability to protect her, the play of the muscles in his arms and back, the grim set to his expression that highlighted the strong angles of his face—it all called to the most feminine part of her. She’d been scared but at the same time, she could admit it now—her belly had filled with butterflies and her lower body had throbbed painfully. Desire had lit up her every cell, and she had not been able to stop staring at him. He had been so confident, and so sure of himself; that alone had been sexy, but the skill and ease with which he had moved had sent little flashes through her mind, images of what he would be like in bed.
Feeling heated with arousal, Kat turned the water slightly cooler and finished rinsing her hair. Then she grabbed some of her scented cleanser. She tried to focus on the simple pleasure of the water trickling over her face and down her body. Before she knew what was happening, however, she began to imagine it was Luke touching her so gently and so intimately.
She let out a breathy sign. God, it would feel so good to be touched by Luke.
Kat felt her pulse quicken. Her nipples hardened under the flowing water and her skin began to tingle. She imagined Luke pulling her against his naked form, his hard cock brushing against her stomach, and she began to pant slightly. Jeez, she was turned on!
With one hand, she cupped her breast, massaging it roughly even as her other hand slid down her taut belly and through the strip of short hair below. Her fingers slid into her slick folds and she gasped quietly as they reached her clit. She massaged the small nub, gently at first, then more urgently.
In her mind, Luke shifted behind her, covering each of her hands with one of his, urging her to touch herself harder. Deeper. His steely erection pressed against her backside.
Her breathing became more frantic as the scene played out in her head. She shuddered as the sensations of pleasure became overwhelming.
Arching her back, she rubbed harder, with more urgency, bringing herself to the
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