He'd spent the last thirteen years single and content with that.He hadn't had any issue with being alone until Sarah.
Sarah Adair of the lush body, intelligence, and sunny smiles.He couldn't deny part of her attraction was her ability to smile in any situation.She lit up any room she was in, and Asha wanted more than anything to bask in her warmth.
Fuck.Keeping his hands off her the next two weeks would be hard and he wasn't all that sure he really wanted to.
What would it be like if he said fuck it and went for it with her?
What was it that kept him from getting closer to her?
He'd seen the odd look she'd given him and the other day they'd ended up plastered together when she slipped on the ice on the front steps of the station as she'd been coming out and he going in.
It was the first time since they'd met that he'd touched her.Asha didn't count shaking her hand on her first day working as daytime dispatcher for the Winter Lake police department.Although that simple grip of hands had kicked his libido into gear faster than any sexual touch in his life.
The door behind him popped and he glanced over his shoulder, the light inside the cabin making it easy to see Sarah enter the room.
She looked rumpled and sweaty, and even a little messy, her ever-present smile missing, and just the sight of her gave him a jolt of lust.
Turning, he took a step, hand out for the door handle when she did something that sucked the air out of his lungs and froze him in place—flooded his cock with blood.
Before he could warn her he was there she stripped her tank top over her head, popped the front clasp on her bra and dropped them to the floor.
And while he was struggling to breathe, she wiggled out of her pants and underwear.For a second she stood still, and Asha couldn't do anything but look his fill.
Fuck.
He already wanted her but now...Seeing all that lush flesh...
Still struggling to breathe—or think—he watched her spin on her bare foot and walk into the bathroom giving him the perfect view of her smooth back and luscious ass.
Motherfucking fucker.
Fists clenched, blood pounding in his ears, and his cock aching with need so sharp he knew he'd never make it through the next two weeks without touching her, Asha prayed he got himself under control before she came out of the bathroom or else he feared he'd push her against the nearest flat surface and do all the dirty things he'd spent the last few years fantasizing about.
2
God.She hated traveling.
The planning, the packing, the flights where you were jammed in next to the person who had no clue how to deal with BO, or the one who had verbal diarrhea, or the kid behind you who thought your seat was a football and they were the next NFL kicking legend, the noise, the general chaos of people moving from place to place, the delays...
And then there was the toddler on a sugar high from all the fizzy drink the flight attendant handed out like air who not only couldn't sit still but couldn't keep all that bubbly liquid down for long.
Pushing through the cabin door, Sarah dragged her suitcase behind her only holding on until it cleared the entrance and the door closed behind her.
The second the rest of the world was shut out and silence surrounded her, she peeled off her puked-on shirt and bra, dropped them on the floor and pushed her sticky pants down to join them.She breathed a sigh of relief when the cool air-conditioned air hit her hot, damp skin.
Even though she was free of her icky clothes she needed a shower.Needed to get rid of the stench as well as the clammy film coating her.
The can of deodorant she'd sprayed on herself after attempting to wash her clothes—while wearing them—in the airport restroom stank just as bad as the vomit she'd been sprayed with.
Spinning around she spotted the bathroom and headed for it.Yanking the door closed behind her, she had barely flicked the water on before stepping into the cubicle and diving face first under the stream.
"Fuck, that's cold."
In spite of the shivers running through her, she remained beneath the shower, head tilted back, and let the water flow over her and wash away the day.
God, she really did hate traveling.
If it wasn't for the promised days of vacation, relaxing in the sun and exploring somewhere new, she'd never leave home again.
