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water. His cock jutted out as he held out his hand and tested the water and she could barely hold herself back. He looked at her one more time before stepping beneath the spray and closing the shower door behind him.
Her face still burning, she paced away and took a deep breath. Then she paced back to the bathroom, and then away again.
Oh, this was crazy. It was absolutely nuts. She should grab her purse and leave and go for a long walk outside. And maybe when she came back, he would be dressed and she wouldn’t be on the verge of jumping him.
Because that was exactly what was going to happen if she didn’t leave right this very minute.
Chapter 8
Danica stared at her purse, her back to the bathroom. Pick it up and leave. Tell Creed you’re going to the store, going for a walk, anything but staying here.
The water shut off and she went still. She couldn’t move. She heard the shower door open and several more moments went by with her still incapable of movement.
She sensed him behind her, his presence powerful, and she slowly turned to face him. He stood in the bathroom doorway, a towel loose around his hips as he studied her. His dark hair was damp, the muscles in his biceps so hard and tense that his veins stood out.
He crooked his finger in a “come here” motion.
She swallowed, indecision warring inside her, but then she found herself inches from him. She didn’t remember walking toward him but now they were both standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
He raised his hands and took off her western hat that she’d forgotten she was wearing, and he tossed it onto his own hat that was on the rocking chair. He pulled off the hairband that held her locks in a ponytail and let her hair fall around her face. She shivered as he ran his fingers through the strands and lightly massaged her scalp.
With an intent expression, he brought his hands to her shoulders and the strength in them felt like they might bruise her skin.
A few drops of water beaded on his chest and she wanted to lick them off. She tilted her head to look into his gaze and saw dark fire in his green eyes. Still gripping her shoulders, he lowered his head until his lips were a fraction above hers. Her heart pounded faster as she breathed in the scent of soap and felt the heat of his body so close to her own.
And then his mouth was on hers. He kissed her with rough passion. His tongue slid between her lips and she tasted his warm male flavor and felt the wildness in his exploration.
She lost her breath as he jerked her close to him. His body was hard against hers and she felt the rigid press of his erection.
A thrill shot through her, from her belly straight between her thighs. She imagined him inside her, taking her. His kiss deepened, filled with a primal need that she wasn’t sure she could tame if she tried.
She placed her palms on his chest and felt the light sprinkling of hair and the taut, smooth skin beneath her fingertips. He raised his head, drawing away from the kiss. His chest rose and fell beneath her hands, his breathing heavy, and then she realized she was breathing hard, too.
With his gaze still fixed on hers, he moved his fingers to the column of her throat to the V of her blouse and skimmed his knuckles over her soft flesh. His fingers found the top button and he slowly undid each one as he looked into her eyes.
He was waiting for her to stop him, giving her the chance to say no before it went too far. But she didn’t want to say no—she wanted him far too much. Maybe it was crazy when she’d only known him a short time. Most of that time had included long daily conversations on the phone. But maybe that was why she felt so comfortable with him…and it felt so right being with him.
But was it right? What about the reports of him being a womanizer? Maybe they weren’t true, but maybe they were. Did she want to be next in his long line of conquests and then be tossed aside?
What about the crying woman from the
Her face still burning, she paced away and took a deep breath. Then she paced back to the bathroom, and then away again.
Oh, this was crazy. It was absolutely nuts. She should grab her purse and leave and go for a long walk outside. And maybe when she came back, he would be dressed and she wouldn’t be on the verge of jumping him.
Because that was exactly what was going to happen if she didn’t leave right this very minute.
Chapter 8
Danica stared at her purse, her back to the bathroom. Pick it up and leave. Tell Creed you’re going to the store, going for a walk, anything but staying here.
The water shut off and she went still. She couldn’t move. She heard the shower door open and several more moments went by with her still incapable of movement.
She sensed him behind her, his presence powerful, and she slowly turned to face him. He stood in the bathroom doorway, a towel loose around his hips as he studied her. His dark hair was damp, the muscles in his biceps so hard and tense that his veins stood out.
He crooked his finger in a “come here” motion.
She swallowed, indecision warring inside her, but then she found herself inches from him. She didn’t remember walking toward him but now they were both standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
He raised his hands and took off her western hat that she’d forgotten she was wearing, and he tossed it onto his own hat that was on the rocking chair. He pulled off the hairband that held her locks in a ponytail and let her hair fall around her face. She shivered as he ran his fingers through the strands and lightly massaged her scalp.
With an intent expression, he brought his hands to her shoulders and the strength in them felt like they might bruise her skin.
A few drops of water beaded on his chest and she wanted to lick them off. She tilted her head to look into his gaze and saw dark fire in his green eyes. Still gripping her shoulders, he lowered his head until his lips were a fraction above hers. Her heart pounded faster as she breathed in the scent of soap and felt the heat of his body so close to her own.
And then his mouth was on hers. He kissed her with rough passion. His tongue slid between her lips and she tasted his warm male flavor and felt the wildness in his exploration.
She lost her breath as he jerked her close to him. His body was hard against hers and she felt the rigid press of his erection.
A thrill shot through her, from her belly straight between her thighs. She imagined him inside her, taking her. His kiss deepened, filled with a primal need that she wasn’t sure she could tame if she tried.
She placed her palms on his chest and felt the light sprinkling of hair and the taut, smooth skin beneath her fingertips. He raised his head, drawing away from the kiss. His chest rose and fell beneath her hands, his breathing heavy, and then she realized she was breathing hard, too.
With his gaze still fixed on hers, he moved his fingers to the column of her throat to the V of her blouse and skimmed his knuckles over her soft flesh. His fingers found the top button and he slowly undid each one as he looked into her eyes.
He was waiting for her to stop him, giving her the chance to say no before it went too far. But she didn’t want to say no—she wanted him far too much. Maybe it was crazy when she’d only known him a short time. Most of that time had included long daily conversations on the phone. But maybe that was why she felt so comfortable with him…and it felt so right being with him.
But was it right? What about the reports of him being a womanizer? Maybe they weren’t true, but maybe they were. Did she want to be next in his long line of conquests and then be tossed aside?
What about the crying woman from the
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