remained quiet as she did her job but her hand held a slight tremor and the rise and fall of her chest had increased at the same rhythm as his own. It was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced in his life.
What he wouldn't do to experience that again.
She's right there, in the shower.
By now her body would be covered in sudsy lather, trails of soapy water running down her sun-kissed skin. She loved the beach enough to pay top dollar for an ocean view from her apartment. How much of her body had been touched by the sun? With any luck, every single inch.
Why don't you go see for yourself?
Because that would be wrong. Katie was his witness, nothing more.
Yeah, right. You weren't thinking that an hour ago.
The whole egg thing had been an accident. It wasn't his fault she had slipped and fallen on top of him. The way his entire being had reacted to her closeness had been mind-blowing though.
His brain was trying to be smart but the rest of him was as stupid as can be. His body wanted to hop in that shower with Katie and show her how a sponge bath really worked with Kaiden James. It didn't matter that he annoyed her or that she might actually be involved in his case. He didn't peg her as a co-conspirator, at least not intentionally, but Katie definitely knew more than she realized. In the morning he would have to start a real investigation. But tonight?
He might never get another chance to be alone with her again. To hell with his investigation.
He made up his mind. Memories of her body pressed against his in the kitchen tensed every one of his muscles. Jumping up from the bed, he dropped his pants to the floor and was about to shuck his boxer briefs when he heard the door to the bathroom open.
"What are you doing?" Katie demanded.
Oh, hell. What was he doing?
He saw her reflection in the mirror that hung over the bed. Steam billowed out of the bathroom, surrounding her like early morning fog rolling in off the ocean. She had her hair tied up turban style in a white hotel towel and her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the water—or maybe embarrassment at seeing him nearly naked in the middle of their hotel room.
Dumb ass! What the hell were you thinking? He wasn't thinking, that was the problem. At least not with the right part of his body. "Just getting ready to take my turn in the shower."
"Is that all you were doing?" Her eyes travelled down to his black briefs where a very obvious bulge was for all the world—and Katie—to see.
He felt the blood rush from his crotch as his cheeks flamed.
Damn!
"I didn't—um—hear the water shut off. I was just—grabbing some athletic shorts to—
um—sleep in— and well, what the hell. I was thinking about what happened in the kitchen at your place."
Her annoyance turned to embarrassment. "It was an accident. I'm sorry I fell on you like that. I hope I didn't ruin your jacket."
"I didn't mind. Glad to be able to cushion your fall." He grinned at her, hoping to break the tension a little. The tension between them shifted though, to something almost tangible. He could nearly feel her body pressed against his as she studied him, her eyes moving slowly down his chest, across his hips and back up again. She wanted him. As sure as he was a red blooded American man, Katie McCoy wanted him.
Come on, James! Now's your chance.
His mind screamed at him but his feet wouldn't move.
Chicken!
Crossing her arms over her chest, Katie glanced away. The moment was lost forever and so was his chance to get her back into that shower and show her how it was done. How he willed his feet to move, to cross the room and take her in his arms, but he stood firm and fast. Katie started pulling the covers back on her bed. "I'm beat. I'll probably be asleep when you get out of the shower. Wake me up when we need to leave or whatever."
With her back to him still, Katie pulled the towel off her hair. Wet strands tumbled around her shoulders. His hand lifted of its own accord, his
What he wouldn't do to experience that again.
She's right there, in the shower.
By now her body would be covered in sudsy lather, trails of soapy water running down her sun-kissed skin. She loved the beach enough to pay top dollar for an ocean view from her apartment. How much of her body had been touched by the sun? With any luck, every single inch.
Why don't you go see for yourself?
Because that would be wrong. Katie was his witness, nothing more.
Yeah, right. You weren't thinking that an hour ago.
The whole egg thing had been an accident. It wasn't his fault she had slipped and fallen on top of him. The way his entire being had reacted to her closeness had been mind-blowing though.
His brain was trying to be smart but the rest of him was as stupid as can be. His body wanted to hop in that shower with Katie and show her how a sponge bath really worked with Kaiden James. It didn't matter that he annoyed her or that she might actually be involved in his case. He didn't peg her as a co-conspirator, at least not intentionally, but Katie definitely knew more than she realized. In the morning he would have to start a real investigation. But tonight?
He might never get another chance to be alone with her again. To hell with his investigation.
He made up his mind. Memories of her body pressed against his in the kitchen tensed every one of his muscles. Jumping up from the bed, he dropped his pants to the floor and was about to shuck his boxer briefs when he heard the door to the bathroom open.
"What are you doing?" Katie demanded.
Oh, hell. What was he doing?
He saw her reflection in the mirror that hung over the bed. Steam billowed out of the bathroom, surrounding her like early morning fog rolling in off the ocean. She had her hair tied up turban style in a white hotel towel and her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the water—or maybe embarrassment at seeing him nearly naked in the middle of their hotel room.
Dumb ass! What the hell were you thinking? He wasn't thinking, that was the problem. At least not with the right part of his body. "Just getting ready to take my turn in the shower."
"Is that all you were doing?" Her eyes travelled down to his black briefs where a very obvious bulge was for all the world—and Katie—to see.
He felt the blood rush from his crotch as his cheeks flamed.
Damn!
"I didn't—um—hear the water shut off. I was just—grabbing some athletic shorts to—
um—sleep in— and well, what the hell. I was thinking about what happened in the kitchen at your place."
Her annoyance turned to embarrassment. "It was an accident. I'm sorry I fell on you like that. I hope I didn't ruin your jacket."
"I didn't mind. Glad to be able to cushion your fall." He grinned at her, hoping to break the tension a little. The tension between them shifted though, to something almost tangible. He could nearly feel her body pressed against his as she studied him, her eyes moving slowly down his chest, across his hips and back up again. She wanted him. As sure as he was a red blooded American man, Katie McCoy wanted him.
Come on, James! Now's your chance.
His mind screamed at him but his feet wouldn't move.
Chicken!
Crossing her arms over her chest, Katie glanced away. The moment was lost forever and so was his chance to get her back into that shower and show her how it was done. How he willed his feet to move, to cross the room and take her in his arms, but he stood firm and fast. Katie started pulling the covers back on her bed. "I'm beat. I'll probably be asleep when you get out of the shower. Wake me up when we need to leave or whatever."
With her back to him still, Katie pulled the towel off her hair. Wet strands tumbled around her shoulders. His hand lifted of its own accord, his
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