could say anything she moved faster than anyone he had ever seen.
Screaming, she jumped up, the earbuds popping out as her feet slipped in the tub, sending her backward, her head going under the water.
Tony rushed forward, trying to grasp the slippery women while dodging her flailing arms. One of her hands slammed into his nose as he pulled her out of the tub before slipping on the wet floor, somehow managing to keep her from hitting her head as he landed on his back. Her wet, naked body was plastered against his as she continued to wiggle to get free.
“Stop,” he ordered, knowing there was no way he could keep his erection from pushing into her stomach. Standing, he pulled her up with him, setting her on the bathroom rug while grabbing the towel from the toilet lid.
“Sherrie, it’s me,” he shouted over her screams as she tried to see through her dripping hair and cover herself at the same time.
Realizing who had just plucked her naked form out of the bathtub and was now standing in front of her holding a towel up to give her some sense of modesty, she glared up into his face.
If looks could kill, I’d be incinerated, he realized.
Chapter 5
S herrie stood in the bathroom, staring into the mirror. She had not planned on washing her hair but after the dunking in the bath-oil water she had no choice, and her wet, combed hair hung down her back. Oh Jesus, he pulled me naked from the tub. How the hell do I face him now? Looking at her reflection, she saw her pajamas. A soft flannel set that covered her head to toe. Not exactly sexy. No, that doesn’t matter. I wasn’t here for entertaining. Gripping the counter with white knuckles, her mind whirled. What the hell is he doing here? How did he find me? And why? Pursing her lips tightly, she thought, Another rescue. That’s what he’s doing. I’m nothing but a rescue mission to him—again! Eyes snapping, she pushed off the counter and prepared to face him.
Tony had put away the provisions he had brought after making a cursory tour of the small cabin when Sherrie appeared out of the bathroom. Covered in flannel with only her tiny toes peeking out completed her comfortable ensemble, but it did little to blank out the image of her curvy, naked body. Wet hair, now combed and pulled away from her face allowed him to see that she was angry. Fucking pissed would be a better description.
Putting his hands up, he said, “Before you get your panties in a wad, you’ve got some explaining to do.”
“Me?” she sputtered. “Me?” she repeated, unable to think of anything else to say.
“Yes, you. You leave Richland without telling your friends of your plans. You haven’t watched the news lately so you completely missed that the snow storm of the winter was coming our way. Your phone has been off for the past several hours, keeping anyone from checking on you. I get here to make sure you’re all right and all it takes is a jiggle of the doorknob to get in since you forgot to turn the fuckin’ deadbolt. What if it had been someone else besides me?”
“You self-righteous prick,” she answered back. “I don’t owe anyone an explanation of where I go or what I do. I may not have known I was heading toward a storm but I made it just fine. I have warm clothes and food, so I hardly think that I am totally unprepared. And what rapist or murderer would possibly know about this place or be able to find it in the middle of a storm? And on top of that, what the hell are you doing here?” she yelled, eyes snapping with her hands on her hips.
Stepping forward, he yelled back, “Don’t turn this on me. You put yourself in danger.”
“How am I in danger? I’m here safe and sound, was enjoying a fabulous bath and then you come barging in, invading my privacy!”
“You’re lucky it was me and only me invading your privacy.” Infuriating woman. Jesus, she’s the only person who makes me lose all control. Standing toe to toe they glared into each other’s eyes,
Screaming, she jumped up, the earbuds popping out as her feet slipped in the tub, sending her backward, her head going under the water.
Tony rushed forward, trying to grasp the slippery women while dodging her flailing arms. One of her hands slammed into his nose as he pulled her out of the tub before slipping on the wet floor, somehow managing to keep her from hitting her head as he landed on his back. Her wet, naked body was plastered against his as she continued to wiggle to get free.
“Stop,” he ordered, knowing there was no way he could keep his erection from pushing into her stomach. Standing, he pulled her up with him, setting her on the bathroom rug while grabbing the towel from the toilet lid.
“Sherrie, it’s me,” he shouted over her screams as she tried to see through her dripping hair and cover herself at the same time.
Realizing who had just plucked her naked form out of the bathtub and was now standing in front of her holding a towel up to give her some sense of modesty, she glared up into his face.
If looks could kill, I’d be incinerated, he realized.
Chapter 5
S herrie stood in the bathroom, staring into the mirror. She had not planned on washing her hair but after the dunking in the bath-oil water she had no choice, and her wet, combed hair hung down her back. Oh Jesus, he pulled me naked from the tub. How the hell do I face him now? Looking at her reflection, she saw her pajamas. A soft flannel set that covered her head to toe. Not exactly sexy. No, that doesn’t matter. I wasn’t here for entertaining. Gripping the counter with white knuckles, her mind whirled. What the hell is he doing here? How did he find me? And why? Pursing her lips tightly, she thought, Another rescue. That’s what he’s doing. I’m nothing but a rescue mission to him—again! Eyes snapping, she pushed off the counter and prepared to face him.
Tony had put away the provisions he had brought after making a cursory tour of the small cabin when Sherrie appeared out of the bathroom. Covered in flannel with only her tiny toes peeking out completed her comfortable ensemble, but it did little to blank out the image of her curvy, naked body. Wet hair, now combed and pulled away from her face allowed him to see that she was angry. Fucking pissed would be a better description.
Putting his hands up, he said, “Before you get your panties in a wad, you’ve got some explaining to do.”
“Me?” she sputtered. “Me?” she repeated, unable to think of anything else to say.
“Yes, you. You leave Richland without telling your friends of your plans. You haven’t watched the news lately so you completely missed that the snow storm of the winter was coming our way. Your phone has been off for the past several hours, keeping anyone from checking on you. I get here to make sure you’re all right and all it takes is a jiggle of the doorknob to get in since you forgot to turn the fuckin’ deadbolt. What if it had been someone else besides me?”
“You self-righteous prick,” she answered back. “I don’t owe anyone an explanation of where I go or what I do. I may not have known I was heading toward a storm but I made it just fine. I have warm clothes and food, so I hardly think that I am totally unprepared. And what rapist or murderer would possibly know about this place or be able to find it in the middle of a storm? And on top of that, what the hell are you doing here?” she yelled, eyes snapping with her hands on her hips.
Stepping forward, he yelled back, “Don’t turn this on me. You put yourself in danger.”
“How am I in danger? I’m here safe and sound, was enjoying a fabulous bath and then you come barging in, invading my privacy!”
“You’re lucky it was me and only me invading your privacy.” Infuriating woman. Jesus, she’s the only person who makes me lose all control. Standing toe to toe they glared into each other’s eyes,
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