announced.
She stood up and looked him. Tension still rolled off him, and his gaze went over her head instead of looking directly at her. His mouth was a thin line, one corner of it twisted almost cruelly. And although it should have been, scary was not the adjective that first came to her mind as she looked at him. Seductive did instead.
She licked her lips and swallowed. “Did this help any?”
“Some.” His chest heaved and he clutched his fists as if he were holding something back. Curious tingles went up her spine as she looked at him. He didn’t return her gaze, only headed towards the men’s locker room.
She’d barely physically worked up a sweat, but she was definitely hot. A shower was just the thing she needed to cool off. “Okay. Me, too. I shouldn’t be too long—meet you back out here in a bit.”
“Yeah.”
Celise removed her lab coat and underwear and retreated to the cool sprinkling of the first shower in the women’s bathing area. She let it run down her hair, face and shoulders like a gentle massage. She turned the temperature up so that the drops of water felt like the caress of warm fingers on her back, hips and butt, sliding down her belly and thighs.
She washed herself absent-mindedly, thinking about Jaxon. He had already been a sexy man. Handsome, easygoing, confident. The only thing missing was the genuine, bright smile he used to have. Oh, did she miss that smile, that mysterious smile which she’d never been quite sure was devious or innocent. But now there was this added rawness to him, this extra intensity which made her even more aware of him than before. She imagined him lathering soap on his sculpted body in the shower just next door, using the same water from the same pipes and source at the same time as she. They were practically showering together. Getting sopping wet and slippery with soap, steaming up the bathroom together.
What is wrong with me?!
She dried off and dressed, then went back out into the gym at the same time Jaxon was coming out of the men’s room. The towel around his waist was far too small—it covered his most private of parts okay but left little to the imagination. She gulped and tried to tear her eyes away, but his thighs were insane; that shape of his waist and the top of the triangle that pointed down and under the towel, which failed to conceal the almost frighteningly impressive bulge of his groin, were utterly enthralling.
She bit her bottom lip and sat down on the nearby bench, crossing her legs as if to keep the heat that was pooling in her sex from escaping.
He was every bit as hot as a mutant as he was before. It wasn’t natural for a man to be that sexy. It just wasn’t.
But he was no longer a completely natural man now, was he?
“Why are you naked?”
“I forgot my shirt out here.”
She glanced over at the shirt he’d stripped off earlier still hanging on the arm of the treadmill. “Ah,” she said as he moved towards the treadmill and the mirrors displayed him in that towel from every possible angle. Celise cleared her throat. “So how do you feel?”
“I feel much freaking better.”
She noted that he did indeed seem more calm. “Good. So the exercising worked?”
“Well, I definitely feel less violent,” Jaxon said. He grabbed his shirt with one hand, gripping his towel tightly with the other. “But if you keep checking me out like that, I’m gonna have to do another round real soon.”
Celise bit her bottom lip as she felt her face grow hot, and she looked away as he went back into the locker room to get dressed. It was embarrassing enough that she’d been blatantly gawking at him like a piece of meat, the way a man would look at a woman. But to do it hard enough for him to catch her in the act was just unbelievable.
She began to wonder if she was losing control, too.
* * * *
That evening, Jaxon tried his hand at sleeping outside of a padded room for the first time since his transformation. The room
She stood up and looked him. Tension still rolled off him, and his gaze went over her head instead of looking directly at her. His mouth was a thin line, one corner of it twisted almost cruelly. And although it should have been, scary was not the adjective that first came to her mind as she looked at him. Seductive did instead.
She licked her lips and swallowed. “Did this help any?”
“Some.” His chest heaved and he clutched his fists as if he were holding something back. Curious tingles went up her spine as she looked at him. He didn’t return her gaze, only headed towards the men’s locker room.
She’d barely physically worked up a sweat, but she was definitely hot. A shower was just the thing she needed to cool off. “Okay. Me, too. I shouldn’t be too long—meet you back out here in a bit.”
“Yeah.”
Celise removed her lab coat and underwear and retreated to the cool sprinkling of the first shower in the women’s bathing area. She let it run down her hair, face and shoulders like a gentle massage. She turned the temperature up so that the drops of water felt like the caress of warm fingers on her back, hips and butt, sliding down her belly and thighs.
She washed herself absent-mindedly, thinking about Jaxon. He had already been a sexy man. Handsome, easygoing, confident. The only thing missing was the genuine, bright smile he used to have. Oh, did she miss that smile, that mysterious smile which she’d never been quite sure was devious or innocent. But now there was this added rawness to him, this extra intensity which made her even more aware of him than before. She imagined him lathering soap on his sculpted body in the shower just next door, using the same water from the same pipes and source at the same time as she. They were practically showering together. Getting sopping wet and slippery with soap, steaming up the bathroom together.
What is wrong with me?!
She dried off and dressed, then went back out into the gym at the same time Jaxon was coming out of the men’s room. The towel around his waist was far too small—it covered his most private of parts okay but left little to the imagination. She gulped and tried to tear her eyes away, but his thighs were insane; that shape of his waist and the top of the triangle that pointed down and under the towel, which failed to conceal the almost frighteningly impressive bulge of his groin, were utterly enthralling.
She bit her bottom lip and sat down on the nearby bench, crossing her legs as if to keep the heat that was pooling in her sex from escaping.
He was every bit as hot as a mutant as he was before. It wasn’t natural for a man to be that sexy. It just wasn’t.
But he was no longer a completely natural man now, was he?
“Why are you naked?”
“I forgot my shirt out here.”
She glanced over at the shirt he’d stripped off earlier still hanging on the arm of the treadmill. “Ah,” she said as he moved towards the treadmill and the mirrors displayed him in that towel from every possible angle. Celise cleared her throat. “So how do you feel?”
“I feel much freaking better.”
She noted that he did indeed seem more calm. “Good. So the exercising worked?”
“Well, I definitely feel less violent,” Jaxon said. He grabbed his shirt with one hand, gripping his towel tightly with the other. “But if you keep checking me out like that, I’m gonna have to do another round real soon.”
Celise bit her bottom lip as she felt her face grow hot, and she looked away as he went back into the locker room to get dressed. It was embarrassing enough that she’d been blatantly gawking at him like a piece of meat, the way a man would look at a woman. But to do it hard enough for him to catch her in the act was just unbelievable.
She began to wonder if she was losing control, too.
* * * *
That evening, Jaxon tried his hand at sleeping outside of a padded room for the first time since his transformation. The room
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