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She glanced his way and continued to dry her hair. Head tilted down to the side as she ran her bare fingers through the auburn locks, she sported nothing but a black demi-bra and a lacy pair of French-cut panties to match.
"You didn't need to get up early yesterday," she said over the running motor. "I assumed you wouldn't need to today either."
Raith skimmed his gaze down her long, lean length. "I always wondered what you wore under those fancy power suits."
DeVane sent him an irritated look as she shut off the dryer. "Did you not hear the alarm clock?" she asked. "God, Malloy. I even hit snooze twice."
He moved another foot into the bathroom so he could check out her backside. When he realized the French cut was actually a thong, his eyebrow quirked with interest.
"Malloy?" she snapped.
"Hmm?" His eyes reluctantly lifted to her face. She hadn't put makeup on yet, and she still looked amazing. Face paint didn't heighten this woman's beauty. It merely made her appear untouchable. But with naked cheeks, she seemed infinitely more... touchable. Realizing she'd been trying to have a conversation with him, he finally cleared his throat and focused on what she'd been saying.
"Alarm clocks never worked for me."
After a bewildered blink, she frowned. "And yet you woke instantly when Dylan stopped by."
He shrugged, not wanting to explain. Besides, who could explain a cop thing? He could sleep like the dead, never hearing crying babies, a blaring television or music thumping. But let someone step over the line of the law and he was on full alert. He'd never quite been able to understand it himself, so he didn't even try illuminating it to DeVane.
"Do you always wear this kind of stuff under those touch-me-not outfits of yours?" He had to know. Or was she just making a special effort because he was around?
DeVane glanced down at her current state of dress, her eyebrows wrinkling in confusion. "What's wrong with my underwear?"
"Not a damn thing," he answered and stepped toward her. But there must've been a bit too much heat in his gaze because she immediately backed away and held up a hand.
"Oh, no you don't," she commanded. "I'm all cleaned up and ready to go to work. Just stay back."
"I won't mess up your hair. I promise."
Though her eyes dilated and her body shivered when he reached out to touch her, barely skimming his knuckles over her abdomen, she jerked back and slapped his hand away.
"Uh, uh," she said. "Out. Now, Malloy. I have to go to work. There'll be no hanky-panky this morning."
He scowled but scooted reluctantly and painfully out the door. He had to leave too, but he'd gladly be late for a hot, wild quickie with DeVane.
"Your loss," he offered, flashing her a heated, I-know-you-want-to grin.
When she shut the door in his face as if she needed to get him away before she was successfully tempted, he laughed.
But still… damn.
Readjusting his suddenly too-tight pants, Raith realized DeVane had never denied him sex before. He didn't like it. He wanted to plow through that door and take her against the bathroom vanity. Then he wanted to drag her into the shower with him and take her in there too.
Practicing restraint, he tugged the rest of his clothes on.
Slipping on his boots, he retreated toward the kitchen, where he paused to check her refrigerator because his stomach growled. When he caught sight of her carton of milk, he reached in. Drinking straight from the container, he gulped until DeVane walked in.
She jerked to a stop. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?"
He lowered the carton, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and arched his eyebrows. "What?"
"Don't drink my milk straight from the container."
Raith just looked at her. He made a face when he found her dressed in a skirt, blouse, jacket, pantyhose, and high heels. Disappointed she'd returned to untouchable mode, he growled, "That... container... has been sitting in the fridge untouched for three days straight. I'm the one who finally opened it yesterday and it was at the same level this morning as it was when I put it up yesterday. So obviously, I'm the only one who uses it. What's the big deal?"
"I use it to cook with sometimes." She gave him a pouting look as he put the milk away. "Now I'm going to have your icky germs in my food."
Raith shut the refrigerator door and swaggered toward her. "Honey, if you don't already have my germs then something is seriously wrong."
