Page 50 of Ice Cold Liar

“Your turn.”

Eb’s shoulders stiffened, and he glanced back.Steam drifted from the open bathroom doorway.Naomi stood there, her body wrapped in a towel.Her wet hair slid around her shoulders.Her cheeks had color, and some of the shadows were gone from beneath her eyes.

Beautiful.

“Figured you’d want to shower, too.And, uh, there is some extra toothpaste by the sink.You can borrow the toothbrush there, too.I opened it.It was a fresh one I’d stocked.I used it, and um…Well, just do whatever you want.”She hurried forward and waved behind her toward the open bathroom.“It’s all yours.”

All yours.

His gaze was on her legs.Those long, sexy legs that he could too easily imagine wrapped around him.Or thrown over his shoulders as he drove as deep into her as he could go.Eb swallowed.Very, very slowly, his gaze rose.Drifted over her.Lingered where the towel had been knotted between her breasts.

I will devour her.

“Eb?”

He didn’t say a word.He couldn’t.He stalked into the bathroom.Shut the door just as softly as she had done before.Moving by rote, he grabbed the toothbrush and toothpaste.Used it.Grabbed for the faucet in the narrow shower stall.Not warm water.Ice cold because that was what he would need.

Ice.Cold.

His dick shoved hard against the front of his jeans.

The wayhe’d just looked at her…

Naomi’s breath shuddered in and out.She’d forgotten to take fresh clothes into the bathroom with her.She’d been in such a hurry to escape that she’d just gone straight in there with only the clothes on her back.Sure, she could have just put her previous clothes on again.She hadn’t.She’d gone with the towel.Maybe she’d wanted to see his reaction.

Eb had looked at her as if he wanted to eat her alive.

As she’d seen that heated look, her nipples had tightened against the soft cloth of the towel.Her sex had quivered.Yep, an actual quiver.And she’d yearned.

But he’d walked right past her.Hadn’t said a word.Had gone straight into the bathroom.

When she inched toward the now closed door, she could hear the thunder of the water.Her tongue snaked over her lower lip.Should she ask if he needed anything?Like…

Me?

Do you want me, Eb?Want to have fast, hot sex that sends us both hurtling straight into an unforgettable orgasm?Sex that doesn’t mean anything but feels so very good?Sex that lets us forget—for a few precious moments—how incredibly screwed up everything else is?So very tempting.

But, no, she could not do that.

Twenty-four hours…

He’d only been in Baton Rouge with her for less than twenty-four hours.

During that brief time, he’d helped her get her dog back.Saved her from a fire.Held her when she’d been helpless.

Less than twenty-four hours.

Could a whole life change in that time?

She reached for the top of the towel, for the part she’d tucked between her breasts.

The bathroom door opened.

Eb stood there.Filled the doorway with his broad shoulders.Shirt gone.Chest bare.Muscles so tense and hard.And, jeez, how many abs did he have?Like she didn’t look at the man and immediately want to lick him.

All over.

Stop it.

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