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Carsonfrozeinthebathroom doorway when the taps shut off. He’d gone through the clothing his sister kept stashed out here and found a sweatshirt and pants that would get Eva through until her clothes aired out.
He opened his mouth to warn her when the shower curtain rings rattled across the rod. In the face of Eva’s naked beauty, he could only stare, slack jawed, at the incomparable view.
He’d gotten a pretty clear idea of her form last night, but this was the stuff of fantasies. His imagination hadn’t done justice to her stunning curves. Knowing it was rude, he couldn’t stop staring at her full breasts, narrow waist, and subtle flare of her hips.
“I might just steam dry if you keep looking at me that way.” She brought her hair over her shoulder in twist, wringing out the excess water. Left loose, her long hair would cover her breasts.
“I brought clothes for you.”
“Hmmm. I don’t think I’ll need them just yet.”
His arousal agreed with her.
“Carson?”
“Yeah?”
“In the shower or against the nearest wall?”
He’d promised himself it would be in his bed when all this was over and the bad guy was gone, but her smoldering gaze made it perfectly clear she wasn’t about to let him make a gentleman’s exit this time.
Convenient, since he couldn’t manage the basic decency to even look away.
He shrugged out of his jacket as he advanced. “Shower.”
Her eyebrows lifted and her smile turned absolutely wicked. With a coy glance over her shoulder, she reached down to turn on the water.
Yanking off his boots and socks, he set the gun and holster aside, and was about to undo his fly when was there. In front of him. Hot and damp and overwhelming his senses. She tugged his t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it behind him. Her delicate fingertips skimmed over his chest and down low across his stomach.
He held himself back. Needing to touch her, but half afraid that once he started, he’d rush it and miss something. Fighting for some measure of control, he lifted the chain from her skin. “St. Michael medal.”
“Patron saint of the military and police officers.”
“The same.”
Her talisman, her comfort. How many times had he seen her reach for it in times of stress or absently slide it along the chain when she was thinking through a problem? It was as much a part of her as her smile, her hair.
He turned it over, squinting at the small script under the Army seal. “Who’s Neri?”
“Patron saint of the Special Forces.” Her voice was rough and steam from the hot water billowed behind her, turning her into a vision as she pressed a gentle kiss to the bruises on his neck.
He tipped her chin up and kissed her, a soft, tender meeting of lips that did nothing to slake his desire to feast on her. Cupping her cheek, he slid his mouth along her jaw, then up to trace the delicate shell of her ear.
She popped the buttons on his fly one by one. He caressed those curves, that dusky golden skin until they were both panting. “Hurry. Hurry.”
The breathless command snapped him out of his lusty stupor. Damned if he would. If he played this right, they’d have years to hurry, but only onefirsttime. He kissed her, long and deep, holding her curves close until he couldn’t stand it anymore.
Breaking the kiss, he reached past her and twisted the water off once more.
“What the—”
The question finished on a squeak of surprise as he scooped her into his arms. She looped her arms around his neck and he thought life couldn’t give him anything better than a wet, naked Eva.
***
Sex was one thing, Eva thought. What she and Carson had just accomplished deserved a whole new definition. She needed a term that effectively combined glorious, phenomenal, and mind-blowing satisfaction. When she could think coherently again, she might work on it.
At the moment it was enough to bask, caught between his hard, hot body and the crackling fire. Steam dry, indeed.
