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the cot, heard again her quiet confession, and knew he’d never survive his stupid promise without taking care of business first.
    Letting his imagination go, he wrapped a hand around himself and slowly stroked. His teeth locked.
    He saw Beth’s eyes, dark with excitement. His muscles twitched.
    He remembered the bite of her nails on his shoulders when he’d given her a third climax. Tension coiled inside him.
    He felt again the way her teeth closed on his shoulder in an attempt to muffle her own shouts of pleasure. Close, so close.
    He remembered when he took her from behind doggy-style, how he’d touched her belly, and lower. He visualized the mix of pleasure and uncertainty when he’d put her legs over his shoulders and entered her so deeply that she couldn’t have taken any more of him.
    He recalled the taste of her when he’d knelt on the floor and opened her thighs wide…
    With a low groan, icy water streaming over his body and visions of Beth spurring him on, Levi came. It wasn’t the same. It sure as hell wasn’t enough.
    But for now, it’d have to do.
    With the edge of tension removed, Levi slumped against the hard-tile wall and tried to even his breathing as the cold water washed away the evidence of his release.
    What was Beth thinking?
    Would she be as ashamed for his behavior now as she’d been of her own during their long weekend? Would she even be waiting for him when he returned?
    That thought got him moving and he dried off in record time. Without bothering to dress, he switched off the light and jerked the door open. “Beth?”
    Like nails on a chalkboard, she gritted, “What?”
    Uh oh.
    She didn’t sound embarrassed. Nope, she sounded pissed.
    Oddly enough, that relieved Levi. He’d take anger over her humiliation any day. “Just making sure you didn’t skip out on me.” He refrained from saying again.
    â€œWhere would I go, Levi? What would I say to Ben if I up and left?”
    There was a punching sound as if she mauled her pillow, then she heaved an angry, frustrated sigh.
    Poor baby. He doubted a cold shower would have the same effect on her. She was too new to satisfaction to take half measures.
    â€œYou know, Beth, you could say that you’re so irresistible I couldn’t take it anymore, but that I made you a promise I didn’t want to break, so I had to excuse myself to—”
    â€œArgh! It was a rhetorical question, you jerk. I do not want a blow-by-blow report of your…shower activities.”
    Levi stepped into his boxers. “No?” And just to tease her, he asked, “Are you sure?”
    A pillow hit him square in the face.
    Levi stumbled back into the wall, nearly falling. Good shot, especially in the dark. She impressed him, but he wouldn’t tell her so. “Damn it, woman. Don’t throw things at me.”
    Another pillow barely missed him, but knocked a lamp off the dresser. It crashed to the floor.
    They both went silent.
    â€œNow see what you made me do.” Beth flipped on a light, turned to Levi, and froze.
    Dressed only in black boxers, he straightened. “Sorry. I left the shower in a hurry when it occurred to me that you might flee.”
    She stared.
    He nudged the fallen lamp with a bare toe. “It isn’t broken, luckily.”
    She blinked, swallowed audibly.
    Taking a relaxed stance, Levi let her look. “You’ve seen me before, Beth.”
    Without shifting her gaze to above his neck or below his knees, she said, “Shut up about that.”
    Exasperated, Levi put his hands on his hips. “I meant even before last weekend, actually. We’ve swam together so you’ve seen me in trunks plenty of times. And you’ve helped with practices, so you’ve seen me play shirts and skins in soccer. You’ve even seen me—”
    â€œYeah, yeah. But this is different.”
    Because now she knew what was under the boxers,