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The door opens. A curtain of wet hair clings to her shoulders and falls down her back. In her hand, she’s toying with a large hair clip. A towel’s tightly wrapped over her breasts. My gaze travels over her. She’s so damn beautiful, for a second I forget about the weird encounter with Ravage. My fingers tingle with the urge to rip the towel out of my way.
Then I take in the bright red of her squeaky-clean skin. The flush runs from her chest to her forehead. More than the pink she gets from a hot shower.
“What happened?” I ask.
“Ugh.” She rolls her eyes. “I don’t want to tell you.”
She seems more embarrassed than upset. “Why?”
“I don’t want you to kill Ravage.”
“I’ll decide if he needs to die or not.” I lift my hand, wiggling my fingers in a “give me the facts” gesture.
She grabs her comb off the sink and pushes past me into the bedroom, softly padding to the door and checking that it’s locked. Satisfied no one will bust in, she perches on the edge of the bed and runs the comb through her hair. The towel gaps at the side, giving me a clear view up to her hip.
“Nothing. It’s stupid,” she says. “Rav must’ve thought the room was empty. He walked in when I got out of the shower—”
“Hewhat?”
“Not like that.” She waves her comb toward the bathroom. “I had my towel on but jeez, they really skimped on the towels for the clubhouse. This thing barely covers my boobs.”
“Still too much fabric for my taste,” I growl. “Or not. Continue.”
“That’s it. I think he was as shocked as I was. We stood there staring at each other.” She flicks the comb through her hair even faster. “He’ll probably go tell the other guys all about my gross mom body.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “There’s nothing gross about you.”
“Ididn’t say there was.” Her lips curl into a seductive smile. “I look fucking amazing.”
“Yes, you do.” I run my gaze over her again.
“But,” she adds with an annoyed huff, “he’s used to twenty-year-old stripper bodies and that’s not me.”
“And thank fuck for that.” I give her a hard stare. “You realize his opinion’s irrelevant, right? If I ever caught him saying something bad about you, he’d be dead in a heartbeat.”
“Oh, I know.”
I can’t help the smirk forming on my face. “Besides, when he got far enough away from me, he shouted that I was a lucky man.”
Soft laughter spills past her lips. “Probably to save you from killing him when you found out.”
“Nah.” Enough of this. Words don’t work with my woman. I need toshowher exactly how lucky I feel that she’s mine. “Take that towel off,” I demand.
“This?” She teases her fingers along the edge of the thin, white terry cloth.
“Yes,” I growl, stripping off my cut and draping it over the end of the bed.
She inches away from me, scooting toward the pillows.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I wrap my hand around one of her ankles and yank her to the edge, dislodging the towel in the process.
She tugs the towel out from underneath her and tosses it aside. “Trinity’s going to be up here soon. We’re supposed to get ready together.”
“She’ll wait.” My hungry eyes devour every naked inch of my wife.
“Well, in that case, this doesn’t seem fair.” She snags her fingers in my belt and yanks me forward.
“You want it off, take it off.”
