know he wasn’t in as much control as he’d like to think he was.
But oh, no. Her traitorous body had to go and respond with a resounding Yippee! I’m coming again! Every. Single. Time.
She sighed and tried to scoot away. But like a thief caught sneaking out with the goods, escape was impossible. He snaked an arm around her middle and pulled her back against the powerful wall of his chest.
Dammit, he made her feel safe, tucked into his body like this. It was warm and comfortable, and he was solid and strong. She felt protected, desired. Needed.
Whoa. Way too much going on in her head right now. And all the wrong things.
Rand was not the guy. He wasn’t. Not for her, anyway.
“What are you thinking about?”
The deep timbre of his voice sent her nerve endings skyrocketing in a million directions.
“Nothing.”
“Liar. Tell me what you’re thinking about.”
He cupped her breast. Didn’t squeeze, like a lot of men did, just cupped it, his thumb dragging lightly over her nipple.
Her clit took notice, and bells started ringing down south.
Was she wired for Rand? Lord. One lazy little strum of his fingers, and her body took notice.
Well, dammit, she was in charge of her body. Not him. And she was going to ignore his flicking of her nipple.
“I was just thinking I was tired.”
“You had a nap. An hour and a half.”
An hour and a half curled in his arms. Sweet oblivion. “I’m still tired.”
“No, you’re not. But I’m hungry, and I’ll bet you are, too. How about a shower and something to eat?”
She shrugged, but her stomach rumbled, giving her away. He laughed and released her. “Go on and shower. Towels are in the closet next to the sink. I’ll start the grill, then jump in when you’re finished.”
Shower? In some man’s bathroom? Without her makeup and blow dryer? What would she wear afterward? Did he have any idea what she looked like after a shower? She wasn’t prepared for this. She padded into the bathroom and flipped on the light, grimacing at how . . . manly it all looked. Stark white single sink. Clean enough, she supposed. The shower was, too, though where was the loofah? The little purple razor? The body wash? She’d bet he didn’t even have scented shampoo. He probably used something called Grizzly Peaks or Man Froth.
Ick.
She turned on the faucets, then rummaged through the linen closet, grateful to find a usable shampoo and conditioner. Thank God. And he did have nice, big soft towels. She scrubbed her makeup off, washed and rinsed, and stepped out just in time to find him standing outside the shower door stripping out of his jeans.
“Fire’s blazing on the grill. Let me pop in while you’re drying off.”
He skirted beside her and zipped into the shower stall while she finished drying.
This was all so intimate. Something a couple that lived together would do.
And she needed her comb.
“Got a brush?” she hollered.
“Third drawer down.”
She pulled it out and grabbed a wide-toothed comb to drag through the tangles in her hair.
“Don’t suppose you have a blow-dryer.”
“Linen closet on the floor.”
Yes! She ran to the closet and dragged out the blow-dryer. Not the fanciest, but it would do. She wasn’t even going to ask why he had one; she was just grateful he did. He finished his shower and stepped out, pulling a towel out of the closet and watching her dry her hair while he dried off.
And she watched him watching her.
And got hotter by the minute, especially when he wrapped the towel around his hips and grabbed a brush, then stood next to her while he brushed his hair. The towel rested low on his lean hips. She ogled the flat planes of his stomach, counted the ridged muscles there, drooled over his well-sculpted chest and arms, then mentally damned herself for staring so hard when he smiled at her in the mirror.
How dare he be so sexy? She’d just ignore him.
But dayum, he smelled good. She took a deep breath and inhaled him, resisting the urge to put the blow-dryer down, drop to her knees, and bury her face in his cock. Fortunately, he walked out of the bathroom before she could give in to her baser instincts. She turned off the dryer and followed him, checking out his fine, firm ass while he shrugged into a pair of jeans and a loose tank top.
She grabbed her skirt and top from the chair next to the bed and slipped them