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The cool air made her shiver. Breely lost her nerve and pulled the shirt over her head. She cast a glance at the damp panties and shook her head. Commando, it was!
Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the bathroom and crossed to the bed. When she wanted to ask him to make love to her, different words came out of her mouth. “Your turn.”
“Thanks.” Moe rose from the bed, grabbed his shaving kit and entered the bathroom.
Breely grabbed a pillow and a blanket from the closet and dropped them on the small chair in the corner. Her back hurt just looking at the seat that had only enough room to sit, not stretch out or drape her legs over the arms.
Still, she wasn’t going to deprive Moe of the bed he’d paid for. The man had to fly the next day and needed a good night’s sleep.
With every movement, the T-shirt fabric brushed against her bare bottom, reminding her she was damned close to being naked. All Moe had to do was raise the hem. Nothing stood in the way should he decide to take her up on an offer.
If she made the offer and asked him to make love to her.
How embarrassing would it be if he declined to participate?
Worth every second of angst if he agreed. She could survive the rejection. What she couldn’t live with was regret for not even putting herself out there. She’d escaped home and come this far.
Why stop now?
Because she was a chicken with zero skills in seduction and even less in the art of making sex interesting. What if they did it, and he was bored or repulsed at her lack of experience?
Again. She’d rather live with the humiliation than with a lifetime of regret.
“No guts, no glory,” she said aloud.
“Did you say something?”
Breely jumped at the sound of Moe’s voice immediately behind her. She’d been so caught up in her internal struggle she hadn’t heard the shower shut off or the door open. Spinning to face him, her cheeks burned.
He wore a pair of gym shorts. Nothing else. His bare chest had a light coat of black curls. Six-pack abs led to a narrow waist, slim hips and thick thighs below the shorts.
“You were fast,” she said, her voice breathy. She couldn’t seem to get enough air into her lungs. Not with him and his naked chest standing so close and… Hell. So close.
He nodded toward the chair. “You can’t sleep in that chair.”
“Sure, I can,” she insisted when she should’ve asked him to make love to her.
Moe shook his head. “No. You can’t. You’re small, but even a child couldn’t sleep on that.”
“I could sleep in the tub.” She marched to the chair, collected the pillow and blanket and headed for the bathroom.
“It’s wet and hard,” he said. “No.”
“The floor?” Breely looked up into his face. The words to ask him to make love to her stuck to the tip of her tongue.
“No chair. No tub. No floor.” He tilted his head toward the bed. “It’s a king-sized bed. Plenty big enough for two people to sleep on without touching each other.” He took the pillow and blanket from her hands. “We can even put pillows between us if it makes you feel better.”
That wouldn’t make her feel better. Inside, Breely was begging Moe to make love to her. However, nothing came out of her mouth. She stood frozen to the floor, her body burning.
Just ask him!
“Moe—”
“Breely—”
They spoke at the same time.
Breely laughed, the sound verging on hysteria.
