nice body in high school, but nothing like the awe-inspiring hotness standing in front of her.
Ripped. Cut. She’d run out of adjectives to describe his amazing better-than-an-underwear-model physique before she was ready to stop looking.
Oops. No staring. Nick might get the wrong idea.
Or maybe she would.
Addie fingered the edge of the sheet, wanting to look anywhere but at him, except her gaze kept straying back to his chest, his abs and lower.
“See something you like?”
Busted. Her cheeks warmed. She needed to say something. Fast. But she’d die of embarrassment before admitting being struck by a sudden case of lust due to his killer body. “Isn’t the shower great? I wondered what standing under a waterfall would feel like. Now I know.”
“You should try the real thing. There might be a waterfall or two on the island. I’ll ask.”
She jerked her gaze up to his face, realizing she’d been distracted by his abs again. At least she could own up to what she’d been looking at. “You’ve been working out.”
He stared at her with an interested expression. “Yeah.”
“Ladies must like that.”
“A side benefit. I need to be in shape for my job.”
She fought the urge to cringe. The guy was a bodyguard. Working out was a job requirement. “Right. I knew that.”
What was wrong with her? She hadn’t drunk enough champagne to be buzzed this morning. Lust was one thing, but maybe not dating for years had taken a toll and pushed her over the edge. Gawking over Nick, her friend, in a towel would be proof. The last thing she wanted to be was one of his lovers. No way was she joining that endangered species list.
He raised an eyebrow. “Nice jammies.”
“Part of the new wardrobe.” One of the nightie’s spaghetti straps fell off her shoulder. She pushed the thin white satin ribbon into place. “I have one for each night. A little excessive.”
“Not at all.” A mischievous smile spread across his face. “Looking forward to the bedtime fashion shows.”
His playful tone set off a warning bell in her head. She remembered when they’d been at the beach boogie boarding. Sophomore, no, junior year. Her bikini strap had broken. He’d come to her rescue, but not before he’d gotten a look at her exposed left breast.
She glanced down. The white fabric of her nightie covered her, but was sheer, something she hadn’t realized being so tired last night.
Double oops. She pulled up the sheet to her neck. “I . . .”
“You have nothing to be shy about,” Nick teased. “Don’t forget, I’m your husband. You’re beautiful, and the nightgown is perfect for you.”
Perfect for a bride on her honeymoon to entice her groom. Not perfect for a friend rooming with a friend of the opposite sex. But Nick seemed cool about this. Maybe she shouldn’t be so uptight. They would be living together for the next five years. At some point she would see him in a towel again.
She loosened her grip on the sheet. “Well, I’m your wife. I don’t see you prancing around naked showing off your wares.”
He grabbed onto the edge of towel. “I can remedy that.”
Nick wouldn’t. Oh, yes, he would.
She squeezed her eyes closed and covered her head with the sheet.
He laughed. Of course he would find this funny.
Something thudded against the bamboo floor. The towel? She saw light through the sheet but nothing else. “What was that?”
“My towel.”
Her pulse kicked up a notch. Temptation flared until common sense kicked in. Naked or not, this was still Nick. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Following orders.”
His body might have improved, but his sense of humor was the same. He must be grinning from ear to ear. “I was joking.”
“Sure about that?”
No. Yes. Stop. No second-guessing. Nick made a habit of getting naked in front of women, and she was a woman, but that didn’t mean . . . “Yes, I’m sure. Are you still naked?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
He was
Ripped. Cut. She’d run out of adjectives to describe his amazing better-than-an-underwear-model physique before she was ready to stop looking.
Oops. No staring. Nick might get the wrong idea.
Or maybe she would.
Addie fingered the edge of the sheet, wanting to look anywhere but at him, except her gaze kept straying back to his chest, his abs and lower.
“See something you like?”
Busted. Her cheeks warmed. She needed to say something. Fast. But she’d die of embarrassment before admitting being struck by a sudden case of lust due to his killer body. “Isn’t the shower great? I wondered what standing under a waterfall would feel like. Now I know.”
“You should try the real thing. There might be a waterfall or two on the island. I’ll ask.”
She jerked her gaze up to his face, realizing she’d been distracted by his abs again. At least she could own up to what she’d been looking at. “You’ve been working out.”
He stared at her with an interested expression. “Yeah.”
“Ladies must like that.”
“A side benefit. I need to be in shape for my job.”
She fought the urge to cringe. The guy was a bodyguard. Working out was a job requirement. “Right. I knew that.”
What was wrong with her? She hadn’t drunk enough champagne to be buzzed this morning. Lust was one thing, but maybe not dating for years had taken a toll and pushed her over the edge. Gawking over Nick, her friend, in a towel would be proof. The last thing she wanted to be was one of his lovers. No way was she joining that endangered species list.
He raised an eyebrow. “Nice jammies.”
“Part of the new wardrobe.” One of the nightie’s spaghetti straps fell off her shoulder. She pushed the thin white satin ribbon into place. “I have one for each night. A little excessive.”
“Not at all.” A mischievous smile spread across his face. “Looking forward to the bedtime fashion shows.”
His playful tone set off a warning bell in her head. She remembered when they’d been at the beach boogie boarding. Sophomore, no, junior year. Her bikini strap had broken. He’d come to her rescue, but not before he’d gotten a look at her exposed left breast.
She glanced down. The white fabric of her nightie covered her, but was sheer, something she hadn’t realized being so tired last night.
Double oops. She pulled up the sheet to her neck. “I . . .”
“You have nothing to be shy about,” Nick teased. “Don’t forget, I’m your husband. You’re beautiful, and the nightgown is perfect for you.”
Perfect for a bride on her honeymoon to entice her groom. Not perfect for a friend rooming with a friend of the opposite sex. But Nick seemed cool about this. Maybe she shouldn’t be so uptight. They would be living together for the next five years. At some point she would see him in a towel again.
She loosened her grip on the sheet. “Well, I’m your wife. I don’t see you prancing around naked showing off your wares.”
He grabbed onto the edge of towel. “I can remedy that.”
Nick wouldn’t. Oh, yes, he would.
She squeezed her eyes closed and covered her head with the sheet.
He laughed. Of course he would find this funny.
Something thudded against the bamboo floor. The towel? She saw light through the sheet but nothing else. “What was that?”
“My towel.”
Her pulse kicked up a notch. Temptation flared until common sense kicked in. Naked or not, this was still Nick. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Following orders.”
His body might have improved, but his sense of humor was the same. He must be grinning from ear to ear. “I was joking.”
“Sure about that?”
No. Yes. Stop. No second-guessing. Nick made a habit of getting naked in front of women, and she was a woman, but that didn’t mean . . . “Yes, I’m sure. Are you still naked?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
He was
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