Page 31 of Falling Overboard

Why was the cabin so hot? Was it always this hot?

He seemed utterly unaware of the fact that he had disconnected my limbs from my spinal column. “Hey, Lucky. What are you doing?”

Thinking of ways to ravage you.

I had to swallow twice before I could form words. “I was, uh, that is to say, um ...”

Why had I come down here? And why was he standing there like he didn’t have a care in the world? Did he not know how he looked and the effect he had on mortal women?

And if he made one wrong move, that towel would slip off completely and then ...

“Medicine!” I practically shrieked the word. “I came down here to get medicine. My medicine. For ... medicinal purposes.”

He gave me a slight smile and stepped into the cabin, letting me into the bathroom.

I hesitated, though, because I didn’t trust myself to walk by him without doing something that most likely would alarm him.

My hormones were chantingdo it!while reminding me of all the flirtatious things he’d said to me. That he seemed like he might be interested in me if not for the rules.

Which felt ridiculous because I was not the kind of girl men gravitated toward. I wasn’t a troll or anything, but I knew I wasn’t as pretty as Georgia and Emilie. I’d had a couple of boyfriends, I’d dated, but I wasn’t the woman who walked into a party and made heads turn.

Men with torsos that would make Greek gods weep in envy dated women like that. The prettiest girls in the room.

Right now you are the prettiest girl in the room,my body whispered, and it was hard to argue with that logic.

He took a step forward, clearing the path for me. He was probably misinterpreting my reluctance as something else and was doing the gentlemanly thing and moving as far out of the way as he could.

Then the boat pitched hard to the right, and given how little control I currently had over my body, I realized that I was about to hit my head hard on something.

But then Hunter was there, grabbing me and bracing us against the wall, holding me in place so that I wouldn’t fall. Saving me again. He easily matched his balance to the movement of the ship while I would have been unconscious on the floor if not for him.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“You’re welcome.” He was finally pressed against me and I felt his words rumbling up from his very bare, still wet chest. It was the most incredible feeling in the world and everything I had hoped it would be.

His nose barely grazed the tip of mine, sending my pulse into overdrive. That had to have been an accident. It had only happened because we were so close, with him pinning me up against the wall so that I wouldn’t fall down.

What was that scent? He used the same soap and shampoo as the rest of us. He must have brought some kind of expensive-smelling cologne with him. Something masculine and delicious. I wanted to bury my face in his strong neck and get a good whiff.

Blood rushed through my ears and I knew I was breathing faster and harder than normal. My core tightened, my nerve endings exploding with excitement and anticipation.

I couldn’t help but glance down in hope that his towel had perhaps slipped farther or fallen off completely but it was firmly in place. He must have superglued that thing on. I tamped down my ridiculous disappointment.

It was then that I noticed that, just as I’d feared, my fingers were flat against his abdomen muscles and I didn’t remember putting them there.

I jerked my fingers away, as if he’d scalded me, and let my hands drop down to my sides. “Sorry.”

He gave me a slow, sexy smile that made butterflies take wing in my stomach. “Don’t be.”

Chapter Twelve

Lucky

Don’t be?What did that mean? That he was okay with his bunkmate manhandling him? Or that he didn’t care about what I had done because it was no big deal to him?

I found myself hoping that there was even a tiny chance he shared the overwhelming attraction I felt—the one that made me feel like I was drowning.

He gave me another sexy smile and then his gaze dipped down to my lips before meeting my eyes again.

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