Sand Angel Page 0,9

join her, to soap her supple body, his hands touching every inch of skin. Instead he gazed around the trailer and waited.

Toy haulers had become all the rage. As he scanned past the small kitchen, he wondered if Zoë lived out of the trailer. It was immaculate. No oil stains on the floor where her bike and quad usually resided. From where he stood he could see her bedroom—her bed. What he would give to take her right here—right now. Feel her warm, wet body sheathe his aching cock. And Lord knows it was aching as it strained against his riding pants.

He had to change the course his thoughts were taking or he’d lose it before Zoë even got out of the shower.

On the walls were a couple pictures of Josh, their mother and father. Still, a cold or lonely sensation lingered between the walls. Compact. It had everything one needed. Running water, refrigerator, oven, heating and cooling, even a small color TV sat on the counter. Across from the kitchen were a table and two bench seats and a full-size couch. The bathroom and bedroom were the only areas separated by a sliding door, which was open.

Sorrow and a good dose of guilt washed over him as he heard the water stop. Zoë shouldn’t be living like this. She should be married with a home and a couple of kids—his kids.

Where the thought came from, he didn’t know. Maybe it was the senseless deaths he’d seen in Iraq. Knowing that many lovers, husbands and wives lost someone special and for what? Maybe it was the emptiness he felt in his own life. He brushed his fingers through his hair.

Damn. He sure fucked up both their lives.

The door squeaked as she exited the bathroom. A little blue towel wrapped around her body, another turbaned around her head. She hadn’t noticed him as she headed for the small closet. As she bent to pick something up, the towel inched higher. Drew leaned forward to catch a glance at the softness between her thighs.

A knot formed in his throat as his cock jerked to attention. Hunger built like a raging river. It took every ounce of control not to go to her, not to take her down to the floor and part those long legs. The thought of how hot and wet she would be had his mouth watering to taste her.

A flare of anger sparked as he remembered the backend of the trailer was wide open and everyone and their dog could see her blessed body. He moved quickly to block her from anyone’s view. The shuffling of his boots startled her.

A tight breath squeezed from her lungs as she spun around. Her gaze rolled to the ceiling when she saw him. “What the hell are you doing in here?” She gripped the towel around her like it was a shield.

With slow, wide steps he began to close the distance between them. “We need to talk.”

Her shoulders rose and fell on a huff. “There’s nothing to talk about, Drew. Just give it a rest.” Sadness filled her reddened eyes.

Had she been crying?

He squared his shoulders. “Zoë, I wrote.” His gaze swept across her face, down her slender throat to where the tops of her breasts were exposed. He watched a bead of water disappear between them. He wanted to follow the drop of water with his tongue, taste every inch of her skin.

“Yeah. Mom said you did.” She glanced over his shoulder. “I should have closed that door or at least pulled the curtain.” There was a plastic curtain looped and tied at each side of the opening.

“Why didn’t you read my letters? Why didn’t you write?” God, he wanted to touch her, but her body was ramrod straight. The frown on her face said she wasn’t open to any of his advances.

“Why? You said it all when you left.” Her tongue darted across her full lips. “Now if you’ll get lost, I’ll get dressed.”

“No.” He reached for her, fingers closing around her arm, as she tried to turn away from him.

Surprise lit her eyes. She stared at his hand. Then pinned him with a scowl. “No?”

“Not until you listen to me.”

The muscles in her jaws tightened. “You have nothing to say I want to hear.” Her voice shook. A flush of color dotted her cheeks. “Just get out of here.” The rise in her voice must have drawn Josh’s attention, because he appeared in the doorway.

“Everything okay?” her brother asked.

She