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They both gasped to catch their breath. Finally he leaned forward, wiping off her cheek with his thumb. He looked a little concerned, like he wasn’t sure if he had stepped over a line. Without thinking, she caught his wrist and licked the pad of his thumb.
Relief flickered across his expression as he said, “I wish you could see how sexy this looks.”
“Take a picture and show me. I want to see,” she said.
He gaped at her for a second and then said, “Jesus, Princess. You’re like every wet dream I’ve ever had.”
Moving over to the side of the bed, he flicked on the lamp. She heard a noise that she assumed was him looking for his cell phone. A moment later, she felt his weight behind her again then heard a camera noise.
“Let me go get something to clean this off, you,” he said, moving off the bed again.
A moment later, he came back and wiped her back with a damp cloth.
She sat up, stretching her neck and back, then said, “Show me.”
A smile played on his lips as he passed her the phone. She took it from him and looked down at the picture.
“Wow,” she said. “You’re right. That is pretty hot. Now, delete it.”
On a laugh he asked, “You’re sure I can’t keep it?”
“I’m sure you can’t keep it,” she said, her lips twitching.
He deleted it with a sigh and placed the phone on the night stand.
“I’m going to go clean up,” she said, looking at the bathroom door.
“Sure,” he answered.
When Taryn walked back into the bedroom, she wasn’t sure what to expect. She was surprised to see him walking back into the bedroom, a pair of gym shorts slung low on his hips, holding two bottles of water.
“Thirsty?” he asked.
Nodding, she took it from him and watched as he pulled back the covers.
“Are you staying?” he asked, looking uncertain for the first time.
“If you want me to.”
“I do. Would you like a T-shirt or something?”
Taryn nodded gratefully, feeling incredibly shy all of a sudden.
Moving toward his dresser, he reached and grabbed a T-shirt, passing it over to her.
She looked at it and frowned, saying, “I don’t know if I can wear this.”
He looked at her curiously.
“The Hawks?” she said, a somewhat disgusted look on her face. “I’m a diehard Panthers fan.”
He looked at her somewhat seriously and said, “I’m going to have to ask you to leave now.”
Taryn delicately lifted her shoulder, as if to say, “If that’s what you want.”
She set the shirt on the end of his bed and moved to the other side of the room. She slowly bent from the waist, knowing that he watched her now. She grabbed one stocking with her fingertips and was starting to stand up when she felt him snag her around her waist. A moment later, he tossed her into the middle of his bed.
“Now, you don’t get a T-shirt,” he said, surveying her. “But you still stay.”
