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Authors: Mina Carter, J.William Mitchell
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treated her in the past; like some weak-willed bloody wallflower.
Well to hell with that. She was tired of waiting for the right man to get close. Then when he finally did, he imposed what he wanted and disregarded her desires. This was more than just feminine pride. She needed to realize that she was still alive. But she wouldn’t share that chance with any other man. God only knew why. She didn’t. Or perhaps she did know, but she was afraid to realize it.
Realization dawned slowly as she stood, decision made. It was the work of seconds to strip her clothes. Then she was in the bathroom, opening the shower curtain to stare at his soap-and-water-slicked body.
He pulled his head from under the spray, gasping as he drew a full breath and slicked his hair back off his face. She reached out a hand and touched his bare shoulder.
It must have been instinct, and she felt stupid for sneaking up on him, because he twisted, pulling her into the shower and slamming her up against the wall, his forearm pressing hard against her throat.
“Oh, shit,” he exclaimed, dropping his hands from her, but then grabbing her as she slipped in the slick shower stall. She ended up in his arms, naked body against naked body
She was drenched in seconds as the tepid water sluiced down her. But she didn’t—couldn’t—take her eyes from his. First, because she had trouble understanding what she saw in his. Second, because she was afraid of looking down at his body and ending up making a fool of herself. She could already feel the sensuality of their slick embrace as he held her close against the chilled tile wall. Her nipples hardened to aching points, and she was sure it wasn’t from the cold.
They were still for several moments, held by each other’s surprised gazes under the spray. Rollie was first to move, and she raised a cautious yet curious hand toward Day’s chest. A tentative touch, and then a little bit more insistent as she felt human warmth, rock hard muscle, and the pounding of his heart, which seemed to echo her own.
“This isn’t a good idea.” Day’s free hand snaked out and caught her wrist. “Playing with fire, sweetheart. You sure you want to do that?”
Despite his words, Rollie knew he was just being a nice guy, because she could feel his solid hardness grazing her belly. She knew he was holding himself back. Intense butterflies escalated as they traveled throughout her body before curling her toes. She kept her gaze on her hand on his chest and followed it as she slowly ran it across the sleek, warm surface of velvet wrapped around granite.
She normally didn’t do this—go after men. Despite the way she looked and her ‘damn the torpedoes’ personality, she was rather vulnerable in the sex and romance department. Work kept her busy, and a childhood spent on survival, study, and work had kept her from developing normal relationships. She always thought things through and was very careful. She was as nervous as all hell, but all she had gone through in the past several hours made her feel that for once, she deserved to be happy. That she deserved this, to feel alive and to experience a rare opportunity that she knew would never come again.
So she looked up at him, determined, and then slid up against him as she rose on tiptoe to kiss him softly on the mouth.
Day’s breath exploded from his lungs as her hand trailed down his chest and over his taut stomach.
“I’m so going to hell for this,” he murmured, leaning down to catch her lips with his own. His kiss was deep and thorough as he crowded her against the tiled wall, leaning into her as he kissed her. A kiss which left no doubt as to where this was going, and how.
She couldn’t help the moan of pleasure as he took her with possessiveness. She felt how a woman should feel. As though she really did belong to this powerful, virile man. Submissive in the kiss, she found her arms wrapping around his neck to pull closer to him. His tongue explored
Well to hell with that. She was tired of waiting for the right man to get close. Then when he finally did, he imposed what he wanted and disregarded her desires. This was more than just feminine pride. She needed to realize that she was still alive. But she wouldn’t share that chance with any other man. God only knew why. She didn’t. Or perhaps she did know, but she was afraid to realize it.
Realization dawned slowly as she stood, decision made. It was the work of seconds to strip her clothes. Then she was in the bathroom, opening the shower curtain to stare at his soap-and-water-slicked body.
He pulled his head from under the spray, gasping as he drew a full breath and slicked his hair back off his face. She reached out a hand and touched his bare shoulder.
It must have been instinct, and she felt stupid for sneaking up on him, because he twisted, pulling her into the shower and slamming her up against the wall, his forearm pressing hard against her throat.
“Oh, shit,” he exclaimed, dropping his hands from her, but then grabbing her as she slipped in the slick shower stall. She ended up in his arms, naked body against naked body
She was drenched in seconds as the tepid water sluiced down her. But she didn’t—couldn’t—take her eyes from his. First, because she had trouble understanding what she saw in his. Second, because she was afraid of looking down at his body and ending up making a fool of herself. She could already feel the sensuality of their slick embrace as he held her close against the chilled tile wall. Her nipples hardened to aching points, and she was sure it wasn’t from the cold.
They were still for several moments, held by each other’s surprised gazes under the spray. Rollie was first to move, and she raised a cautious yet curious hand toward Day’s chest. A tentative touch, and then a little bit more insistent as she felt human warmth, rock hard muscle, and the pounding of his heart, which seemed to echo her own.
“This isn’t a good idea.” Day’s free hand snaked out and caught her wrist. “Playing with fire, sweetheart. You sure you want to do that?”
Despite his words, Rollie knew he was just being a nice guy, because she could feel his solid hardness grazing her belly. She knew he was holding himself back. Intense butterflies escalated as they traveled throughout her body before curling her toes. She kept her gaze on her hand on his chest and followed it as she slowly ran it across the sleek, warm surface of velvet wrapped around granite.
She normally didn’t do this—go after men. Despite the way she looked and her ‘damn the torpedoes’ personality, she was rather vulnerable in the sex and romance department. Work kept her busy, and a childhood spent on survival, study, and work had kept her from developing normal relationships. She always thought things through and was very careful. She was as nervous as all hell, but all she had gone through in the past several hours made her feel that for once, she deserved to be happy. That she deserved this, to feel alive and to experience a rare opportunity that she knew would never come again.
So she looked up at him, determined, and then slid up against him as she rose on tiptoe to kiss him softly on the mouth.
Day’s breath exploded from his lungs as her hand trailed down his chest and over his taut stomach.
“I’m so going to hell for this,” he murmured, leaning down to catch her lips with his own. His kiss was deep and thorough as he crowded her against the tiled wall, leaning into her as he kissed her. A kiss which left no doubt as to where this was going, and how.
She couldn’t help the moan of pleasure as he took her with possessiveness. She felt how a woman should feel. As though she really did belong to this powerful, virile man. Submissive in the kiss, she found her arms wrapping around his neck to pull closer to him. His tongue explored
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