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Angelina was still thinking about the dinner they’d just finished and what they’d talked about as she cleaned up. This felt so … domestic, yet at the same time it kept her mind from wandering and her hands busy.
Even though there was so much hanging over her—Fury planning on killing her father, her giving up a location where her father most likely was, and recently finding out her brother was dead—all she could think about was Fury.
The way he touched me.
The feeling of his hands on my body.
The fact I’ve never been so aroused with another man.
And the way he’d made me come.
She braced her hands on the sink, breathed out, and closed her eyes. He’d left dinner and gone to take a shower, and she’d been thinking about what he looked like without clothes on, how powerful he’d look totally naked, and how she felt so small and feminine in his presence.
Exhaling once more, she turned from the sink and headed down the hallway to the bedroom. She should just go to sleep, and she hoped her dreams wouldn’t be filled with images of all the filthy things Fury could do to her.
And then, right before she got to her room, the bathroom door opened and steam billowed out. She stopped, frozen for a second as she waited to see if Fury would emerge.
Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and she felt her pulse throbbing in her throat.
The light went off in the bathroom, and then Fury came out in nothing but a towel wrapped around his lean waist.
The only light on was the one that came from the kitchen and living room. It was the backdrop for this heated encounter. But she felt like she was burning alive. Fury wasn’t even looking at her yet, not with the small towel over his head as he dried off his hair.
Her heart raced, her body reacting instantly to the sight of him in nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. There were beads of water still on his hard, tattooed and muscular chest, and she curled her hands into tight fists at her sides.
She knew she should just keep going, keep her head down and her thoughts clean. But God, she was still on edge from the orgasm he gave her, which now seemed like it had been ages ago.
There was something darkly addictive about Fury, and something twisted about herself, that had Angelina wanting him so damn much.
A light sheen of perspiration formed between her breasts, her breathing quickened, and her nipples grew hard. Her pussy was wet, had been from the moment she stood at the sink washing dishes and thought about Fury touching her.
I should keep walking, and not act like I want him.
But all she could do was stare. He took a step out of the bathroom and into the hallway. And then he removed the towel from his head and looked right at her.
The fact he didn’t appear surprised to see her had Angelina wondering if Fury had known she’d been standing here the whole time.
They stood there, neither speaking nor moving, and then he moved closer to her until he was a foot from her. The smell of him, darkly rich, clean, and intoxicating, washed over her.
The need to just close her eyes and sway toward him ran strong in her, but she needed to show him he didn’t affect her, that she wasn’t this fucked up little girl that wanted the man that had kidnapped her.
You’re not a captive anymore.
He was so big and tall, so intense and dangerous. Maybe that’s why she wanted him the way she did? His masculinity and testosterone surrounded her, rivaled any other man she’d ever been around.
He didn’t move, just looked down at her with his eyes at half-mast. Angelina swallowed, knowing the smart thing to do was to leave this place, to run from him, yet she didn’t want that.
Like she was someone else, Angelina found herself lifting her hand, maybe to touch him, or maybe to push him away. But she chickened out at the last moment and curled her nails into her palm, about to move her hand back to her side.
As if he anticipated the act, Fury grabbed her wrist in a firm, unmoving hold. She couldn’t think, let alone breathe. He placed her hand on his chest.
His skin was warm, smooth, and the steady beat of his heart right under her palm told her he was calm, collected. She, on the other hand, felt like her heart would explode right through her chest.
Was he so unaffected by her?
She licked her lips and saw Fury’s gaze dip down to watch the motion. She wanted to be pressed up against him, wanted to have her mouth on his, but she was too afraid, too nervous to even move.
