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entryway with his arms crossed on his chest. He didn’t even attempt to disguise the trail his eyes ran over her body, and he took his time letting his attention move from her eyes down to her breasts, and then farther down along her stomach to settle over her groin. His nostrils flared, and she stood frozen like a statue, letting him examine her.
“Eli…” His name was breathed out as she panicked and he moved toward her. He reached around her body, smacking the shower knob off, and then he was back to studying her. His dark eyes focused on hers, and when she started panting as her fear mounted, his focus shifted down to her chest as it rose and fell quickly.
“Are you afraid of me?” His attention moved back up to her eyes, and she nodded rather than try to speak around her lurching breath. She was terrified. There was no sense denying it. What she was doing was wrong, and he couldn’t possibly have missed that fact. He was not a man afraid of hurting her feelings, and if he was pissed she was showering in his locker room, there was little chance he’d be biting his tongue for her benefit.
“Towel…” Her voice was again whisper quiet. Only after he studied her eyes for many more long and uncomfortable seconds did he turn from her, walk from the shower, and grab her towel from the hook. He held it out to her but refused to close the space between them. She walked on shaky legs to him as he watched her, and when she was standing naked in front of him, he wrapped the towel around her shoulders rather than handing it to her. He was gentle, even oddly kind, and in her overly exhausted stupor, it was enough emotion to leave her desperate soul crumbling.
Her eyes flooded with tears, and she let out a sob before she could stop it, and as she started to fall apart in front of him, he scooped her up in his arms. He sat on the bench, holding her in his lap and wrapping the towel around her. He shushed her as she cried quietly against his chest. Her breathing eventually slowed, and she drifted off to the warm scent of his body.
Chapter Ten
S he was stunning—absolutely stunning. Eli’s lap was damp from Fiona’s wet bottom sitting on his thighs, but he didn’t even think of disturbing her for a good fifteen minutes. He hadn’t expected to find her in the showers, but when he entered the workshop to see the lights still on, he was relieved she was still there. He wanted to get out of his meeting earlier in the day, but the owners of the company in Cody wanting to contract him for the furnishings in three newly built contemporary rental cabins had already rescheduled on him once, and he didn’t want to turn around and do the same to them. The drive was five damn hours, two of which were spent crawling at twenty miles an hour through Yellowstone, trying to avoid the wandering bison, not to mention the wandering tourists that were just as annoying as the wildlife, but it was still the fastest route to Cody. What he hadn’t expected was to find her standing naked in the shower.
He’d studied her for at least ten minutes. She was far too focused on her shower to notice him gawking, and that’s exactly what he did. He let his eyes study every inch of her skin. Pale skin was unforgiving, and it did nothing to hide imperfections, but he found out quickly she had absolutely none, barring what appeared to be the letters LK scarred or branded into her upper right buttock. He’d studied the letters, trying to figure out how they were made. Were they her initials? A lovers? Either made sense, though the way they’d been inflicted made none. A tattoo was logical, but this was no tattoo. The scars were pink against her pale, creamy skin, but regardless of that added mystery, he’d easily become side tracked by the shape of her bottom.
Her cheeks were round, firm, and completely squeezable. In fact, the moment he took in the shape, his dick was instantly hard, and he could think of nothing but gripping those cheeks
“Eli…” His name was breathed out as she panicked and he moved toward her. He reached around her body, smacking the shower knob off, and then he was back to studying her. His dark eyes focused on hers, and when she started panting as her fear mounted, his focus shifted down to her chest as it rose and fell quickly.
“Are you afraid of me?” His attention moved back up to her eyes, and she nodded rather than try to speak around her lurching breath. She was terrified. There was no sense denying it. What she was doing was wrong, and he couldn’t possibly have missed that fact. He was not a man afraid of hurting her feelings, and if he was pissed she was showering in his locker room, there was little chance he’d be biting his tongue for her benefit.
“Towel…” Her voice was again whisper quiet. Only after he studied her eyes for many more long and uncomfortable seconds did he turn from her, walk from the shower, and grab her towel from the hook. He held it out to her but refused to close the space between them. She walked on shaky legs to him as he watched her, and when she was standing naked in front of him, he wrapped the towel around her shoulders rather than handing it to her. He was gentle, even oddly kind, and in her overly exhausted stupor, it was enough emotion to leave her desperate soul crumbling.
Her eyes flooded with tears, and she let out a sob before she could stop it, and as she started to fall apart in front of him, he scooped her up in his arms. He sat on the bench, holding her in his lap and wrapping the towel around her. He shushed her as she cried quietly against his chest. Her breathing eventually slowed, and she drifted off to the warm scent of his body.
Chapter Ten
S he was stunning—absolutely stunning. Eli’s lap was damp from Fiona’s wet bottom sitting on his thighs, but he didn’t even think of disturbing her for a good fifteen minutes. He hadn’t expected to find her in the showers, but when he entered the workshop to see the lights still on, he was relieved she was still there. He wanted to get out of his meeting earlier in the day, but the owners of the company in Cody wanting to contract him for the furnishings in three newly built contemporary rental cabins had already rescheduled on him once, and he didn’t want to turn around and do the same to them. The drive was five damn hours, two of which were spent crawling at twenty miles an hour through Yellowstone, trying to avoid the wandering bison, not to mention the wandering tourists that were just as annoying as the wildlife, but it was still the fastest route to Cody. What he hadn’t expected was to find her standing naked in the shower.
He’d studied her for at least ten minutes. She was far too focused on her shower to notice him gawking, and that’s exactly what he did. He let his eyes study every inch of her skin. Pale skin was unforgiving, and it did nothing to hide imperfections, but he found out quickly she had absolutely none, barring what appeared to be the letters LK scarred or branded into her upper right buttock. He’d studied the letters, trying to figure out how they were made. Were they her initials? A lovers? Either made sense, though the way they’d been inflicted made none. A tattoo was logical, but this was no tattoo. The scars were pink against her pale, creamy skin, but regardless of that added mystery, he’d easily become side tracked by the shape of her bottom.
Her cheeks were round, firm, and completely squeezable. In fact, the moment he took in the shape, his dick was instantly hard, and he could think of nothing but gripping those cheeks
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