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“I will.” Gazing anywhere but at him, she stood.
He followed her into the bathroom. When she tried to shut the door and it banged into the toes of his boots, she whipped around and gasped.
“What are you doing?” she demanded. There was a breathless quality to her voice that she couldn’t hide.
Without a word, he checked the bathroom. There was a window, big enough for her to climb through if she so desired. He frowned. Wily as she was, he didn’t trust her to stay put.
He turned to her, drank in the rise and fall of her chest, the nervous swipe of her tongue over her teeth.
Oh yeah.
She planned to run. His gaze took in the rest of her. The lips he’d tasted only once but craved even now. The face he’d dreamed about for weeks now. The sweetly curved body he’d panted after, the breasts he’d longed to knead, the nipples he’d wanted to suck.
There was only one way to go about this. He stepped forward. Grinned.
She stepped backward. Gulped. “I ask again. What are you doing?”
“Looks like I’m showering with you,” he said.
CHAPTER SIX
Gabby stared over at Sean. He leaned against the bathroom door, pupils blown with the force of his arousal. At just the
thought
of being with her, and the knowledge was heady. He was as beautiful as always, jaw like granite, shoulders wide. Only now he had an erection, long, thick, and hard, straining past the waist of his pants.
Despite everything, she wanted him and had trouble catching her breath. “I’m mad at you.”
“I know.” He didn’t move from his post at the door.
“I don’t trust you.” He had lied to her, planned to use her, and only confessed because those plans had gone to shit.
“I know.”
She licked her lips. “When the shock of what’s happened wears off, I’ll probably hate you.”
Still he remained in place. “I know that, too.”
“Having sex won’t mean anything. It won’t change anything between us.”
“Yeah, but it’ll make us feel good.”
Feeling good sounded, well, too freaking good toresist. “Well, okay then. We understand each other. Take off your clothes.”
Not wanting to see his reaction to her words, she spun, bent over, and turned the faucets until water sprayed into the tub. Next she removed her boots and socks. Was she really going to do this? Be with a liar of still-questionable intentions?
Hello.
You’re
a liar of still-questionable intentions.
Behind her, she heard something slap against the sink. She looked over her shoulder, saw a condom. An agent was always prepared, she supposed. Next she heard the rustle of clothes, the whoosh of fabric hitting the floor. This time she spun, heart racing in her chest. Sean was completely, unabashedly naked.
First thing she noticed, he was dark-skinned and didn’t have a tan line. Second, rope after rope of muscle formed a trail down his stomach. Third, his erection was magnificent. As long and thick as she’d imagined, the head swollen and already wet. A tremor moved through her.
Yes, she was going to do this. They hadn’t kissed since that time in the club, and she was desperate for another. Except they weren’t lost in a passion cloud right now, so she’d never be able to blame this decision on insanity. Her hormones would have to take the blame. But she was still going to do this. She felt like she’d wanted this to happen for forever.
Sean knew who she was, what she could do, and he hadn’t run screaming. Like her, he was different. And oh, God, besides feeling good, the thought of letting go, of forgetting the world for just a little while, of those strong arms wrapping around her, holding her close and tight and safe, was irresistible.
“Change your mind?” he asked roughly.
“No. But I
am
going to let you do all the work.” The words were meant to taunt him, but she ended up taunting herself. “You owe me.”
“I don’t mind.” Grinning, he closed the distance between them. “And I take it back. I like this
“I will.” Gazing anywhere but at him, she stood.
He followed her into the bathroom. When she tried to shut the door and it banged into the toes of his boots, she whipped around and gasped.
“What are you doing?” she demanded. There was a breathless quality to her voice that she couldn’t hide.
Without a word, he checked the bathroom. There was a window, big enough for her to climb through if she so desired. He frowned. Wily as she was, he didn’t trust her to stay put.
He turned to her, drank in the rise and fall of her chest, the nervous swipe of her tongue over her teeth.
Oh yeah.
She planned to run. His gaze took in the rest of her. The lips he’d tasted only once but craved even now. The face he’d dreamed about for weeks now. The sweetly curved body he’d panted after, the breasts he’d longed to knead, the nipples he’d wanted to suck.
There was only one way to go about this. He stepped forward. Grinned.
She stepped backward. Gulped. “I ask again. What are you doing?”
“Looks like I’m showering with you,” he said.
CHAPTER SIX
Gabby stared over at Sean. He leaned against the bathroom door, pupils blown with the force of his arousal. At just the
thought
of being with her, and the knowledge was heady. He was as beautiful as always, jaw like granite, shoulders wide. Only now he had an erection, long, thick, and hard, straining past the waist of his pants.
Despite everything, she wanted him and had trouble catching her breath. “I’m mad at you.”
“I know.” He didn’t move from his post at the door.
“I don’t trust you.” He had lied to her, planned to use her, and only confessed because those plans had gone to shit.
“I know.”
She licked her lips. “When the shock of what’s happened wears off, I’ll probably hate you.”
Still he remained in place. “I know that, too.”
“Having sex won’t mean anything. It won’t change anything between us.”
“Yeah, but it’ll make us feel good.”
Feeling good sounded, well, too freaking good toresist. “Well, okay then. We understand each other. Take off your clothes.”
Not wanting to see his reaction to her words, she spun, bent over, and turned the faucets until water sprayed into the tub. Next she removed her boots and socks. Was she really going to do this? Be with a liar of still-questionable intentions?
Hello.
You’re
a liar of still-questionable intentions.
Behind her, she heard something slap against the sink. She looked over her shoulder, saw a condom. An agent was always prepared, she supposed. Next she heard the rustle of clothes, the whoosh of fabric hitting the floor. This time she spun, heart racing in her chest. Sean was completely, unabashedly naked.
First thing she noticed, he was dark-skinned and didn’t have a tan line. Second, rope after rope of muscle formed a trail down his stomach. Third, his erection was magnificent. As long and thick as she’d imagined, the head swollen and already wet. A tremor moved through her.
Yes, she was going to do this. They hadn’t kissed since that time in the club, and she was desperate for another. Except they weren’t lost in a passion cloud right now, so she’d never be able to blame this decision on insanity. Her hormones would have to take the blame. But she was still going to do this. She felt like she’d wanted this to happen for forever.
Sean knew who she was, what she could do, and he hadn’t run screaming. Like her, he was different. And oh, God, besides feeling good, the thought of letting go, of forgetting the world for just a little while, of those strong arms wrapping around her, holding her close and tight and safe, was irresistible.
“Change your mind?” he asked roughly.
“No. But I
am
going to let you do all the work.” The words were meant to taunt him, but she ended up taunting herself. “You owe me.”
“I don’t mind.” Grinning, he closed the distance between them. “And I take it back. I like this
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