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I haven’t had a real bath in months.”
    Her voice was wry. “You haven’t. I was only able to give you sponge baths.”
    A washcloth touched his back, and then moved in vigorous circles that were pure heaven. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Eventually he gathered his wits enough to speak.
    “Is there any chance you could shave me now? I don’t have a mirror, and with one hand,” he lifted his cast off the edge of the tub, “I’m a little awkward. I wouldn’t want to slit my throat after having survived everything else.”
    He watched the way she moved as she sat down on the edge of the tub and dunked a washcloth in the water. Graceful. Quick as a deer. She wrung out the cloth and leaned over to press it against his beard. And then she looked up at him. The rich emerald color of her eyes was almost hidden behind the black of her pupils. Poor girl. She had the same effect on him, too.
    The silky smoothness of her fingers spreading shaving cream over his face was too much for even his control. He shifted uncomfortably and accidentally bumped her chest with his arm. The springy flesh pressed against his biceps, a brain-scrambling sensation. His control shattered, and under the cover of the bath water, his body reacted violently.
    He eyed the big old tub, calculating its volume. It would definitely hold both of them. He could already feel her naked body, soapy and slippery against his. He’d lower her down upon him, easing himself inside her heat. He’d thrust up into her—
    Annie cleared her throat, and he blinked away the image. Thank goodness the water covered his reaction to her. She’d probably run screaming if she knew what lurked beneath those suds.
    He noticed her hands trembled a little when she picked up the razor. Eyeing the quivering blade, he decided not to tease her about her agitated state.
    Instead, he focused on her chest, watching it rise and fall in quick, short breaths under her damp T-shirt. As she carefully scraped his face, her fresh smell mingled with that of the scented bath water. It did nothing to ease his throbbing flesh.
    She finished her task with the speed of long practice and wiped the last of the shaving cream from his face. She must have picked up on his discomfort because she jumped up immediately and began to fidget with his towel.
    “Uh, is there anything else you need?” she asked.
    He racked his brain but couldn’t come up with a single excuse to keep her with him any longer.
    Reluctantly he answered, “No.”
    She stood up to leave, and he savored the slender length of her legs.
    “You might want to put on another shirt before my guys arrive.”
    She looked down at the wet spot over her right breast, and so did he. The white cotton clung to her, revealing a wisp of lace and a lot of flesh. It left very little to the imagination and was sexy as hell.
    She blushed fiery red and raced out of the bathroom.
    You idiot.
    He should have kept his mouth shut and enjoyed the view a little longer. She might be off-limits, but he wasn’t dead, yet. Then the thought of sharing that view with his team nixed any regrets.
    He leaned back and willed his thoughts to the revolution at hand and to escaping St. George. Anything to calm his body down. He certainly couldn’t get out of the tub in this state.
    Annie stopped in the middle of the bedroom, panting hard. Sexual vibes had been pouring off him like the steam from his bath. It had been all she could do not to plunge her hand into that water to see if he was reacting to her the same way she was reacting to him.
    This was nuts. She had to get control of herself.
    In the meantime she had to get out of her wet clothes. She stripped off her T-shirt and bra quickly, eyeing the closed bathroom door. With her luck Tom would pop out of there right now.
    A naughty corner of her heart wished he’d do just that. She’d fling herself into his arms and they’d have wild sex in the bathtub, just like she’d been imagining while she