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The size of his palm, it must have hurt like hell. “I’m so sorry. Can I get you some ice for it?”
“No,” she whispered. “I’ll be fine. Thanks for the towel.”
“Why didn’t you say something?”
“It’s not a big deal, Jack. I’m fair-skinned, I bruise easily.” Her voice still sounded shaky. “I can barely feel it.”
He touched the bruise with the tip of his index finger. When she winced, he yanked his finger away. “Liar.”
Then, almost unable to resist, he leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on the bruise. When she moaned, he pulled back. “Did I hurt you again?”
“No. You didn’t…hurt me.”
He leaned forward again to gently kiss her skin. He avoided the tender bruised area. Instead he kissed her all around it, caressing her waist, her upper thigh. Unable to resist, he moved to that vulnerable hollow of flesh between her pelvic bone and the still-concealed dark thatch of curls hiding her feminine secrets. The curtain shifted slightly, as if she’d let go of it. When he glanced up, he saw her eyes closed, her head tipped back and her hand on her throat.
“Better?”
She groaned. “You’re trying to kiss it and make it better?”
He nodded, his lips still brushing her skin as he inhaled her, breathing in the smell of her clean skin. And the unmistakable, musky scent of aroused woman. “Is it working?”
“I can’t tell yet.”
He chuckled, knowing she wanted more. He gave it to her, now kissing her more deeply, flicking his tongue over her moist body, licking the water off her hip and thigh. She shuddered and he moved his hand up to steady her. He held her leg, then higher, to cup her rear. Her scent filled his brain, drawing his mouth closer to the edge of the plastic curtain, which barely concealed her curls. He remembered the hot, sweet taste of her on his tongue, the tenderness of that beautiful pink flesh between her legs. He wanted to taste her again. Wanted to feel her, touch her, have her. He pulled her tighter against him, unable to resist the feel of her skin against his cheek, fighting a battle deep within himself.
His mind told him no even after his body had decided yes.
When she hissed, he realized he’d pressed too hard against her bruise. “I’m sorry, you really are in pain.” He looked up and saw her flushed face, her parted lips.
Well, she didn’t look entirely pained. She also looked very aroused, very…close. Hot satisfaction at having brought her to the brink swept through him. He’d seen her this way in his dreams. Every night since the night they’d met.
Shit.
Unless he was prepared to forget all about his decision to be a decent guy and not make love to her again while they were here in Pleasantville, he needed to exit stage left. Immediately if not sooner.
He stood, trying not to notice that the curtain had moved farther to the side, completely baring one perfect breast and delicious puckered nipple. Remembering how sensitive she was there made his feet freeze and his hands clench.
“I’m going to get you some ice,” he finally said tightly. He somehow found the strength to turn and walk out of the bathroom.
Kate watched him leave, then let out a long, shuddery breath. “Not one of your brightest ideas, Kate Jones.”
No. Not smart. She’d come into the bathroom knowing full well there were no towels. She’d had one thing in mind. Okay, two, if she counted washing away the grime of several hours’ worth of driving. Even more than cleanliness, however, she’d wanted payback. Just a tiny bit of satisfaction by way of some brief shower exhibitionism. The way Jack had walked away from her next door—after commenting on how she’d had to pleasure herself in her bed the day they’d met—had pricked her ego. Not to mention her libido.
Damned if she hadn’t wanted to prick his, too.
Hence the naked-in-the-shower-without-a-towel bit. Okay, so it was sneaky, though, she really hadn’t intended for him to see her reflection completely. She’d figured there would be only a foggy image to get his imagination racing and give him some sleepless hours tonight.
Once their eyes had met and she’d seen the heat in his stare, her will had fled as quickly as the steam on the mirror.
