Page 104 of Beyond the Badge: Crew

He wasn’t doing that.

Instead, he grabbed her arm and inspected the bruise right above her wrist. Of course he could make out the shape of fingers. Someone had grabbed her hard enough to leave a mark.

Clenching his teeth, he dropped her hand and studied the bruise near her nipple. He beat back the growl bubbling up his throat.

“Crew… It’s a hazard of the job. I handled it.”

His nostrils flared as he pulled in a breath.

“Are you going to ruin our plans because of a couple of bruises?”

Was he?

“Can we finish what we started? I’m standing here naked. You need to be the same for us to share a shower.”

Of course she wanted him to drop the subject.

But she was right, he needed to let it go. There’d been plenty of times he’d gotten bruises while on the job.

However, it was the way she obtained them that still bugged the shit out of him.

She distracted him by grabbing his shirt and tugging it up and over his head, skimming her fingers over his heated skin here and there. Drawing his thoughts from those damn bikers to the woman before him.

By some miracle he still had his erection.

As he worked on unfastening his belt and jeans, she went down on her knees to unlace and remove his boots.

Just like the other morning.

As soon as his socks and boots were gone, he dropped his jeans and boxer briefs to his feet, his erection bobbing as he straightened.

“Shower,” he ordered. He didn’t want any more delays.

Even so, he remained where he was and watched her head to the attached bathroom in all her naked glory, focusing on the marks he left behind on her ass. Not the ones left by others.

And holy shit.That sight just about took him to his knees right there and then.

She paused in the doorway and turned her head. “Coming?”

He planned on it.

* * *

Her deep groancaused by him massaging the shampoo into her scalp made his cock flex. As soon as he was done with that, he grabbed the hand-held shower head and rinsed out all the soap.

She grabbed a bottle of conditioner and held it over her shoulder. He took it and slathered it all over her hair. As it worked its magic, she turned and raised her eyes to him, her wet eyelashes clumped together. “Condom?”

Fuck.Since all the blood from his brain had pooled in his cock, he hadn’t even thought about needing one for in the shower. That was fucking dumb.

He shook his head.“In my wallet.” He had tucked two in there to replace the one he used with her the other day. Unfortunately, that wasn’t doing him any good currently.

“I bought a box yesterday but it’s in the nightstand.”

She did? Had she planned on using them with him or with someone else?

He wasn’t sure he wanted an answer to that question. “Then, we need to finish this shower.”

She pursed her lips. “Mmm.Not yet. I still need some time to let this conditioner work.”

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