Page 89 of The Valiant Knight
God.
He could smell her shampoo and his whole body rippled with that need. She didn’t have to ask him. He wanted her all over him.
In bed.
In front of a fire.
On the floor.
“On one condition,” he said, needing a cold shower before she saw what was going on in his pants. His lower brain wasn’t helping him out. Instead, it was fighting for control.
Now, she was curious.
“What?”
He took another shot.
“You let me borrow your shower and shampoo. I think I smell swampy. That lake water is a bitch to get out.”
That made her smile.
Oh, well, she wanted to see how this played out. Gabby was curious, and definitely attracted to the man. She was wet, and not from the shower.
“You can, and you can take your hand off of your face. I’m in a robe.”
When he did, he noticed she wasn’t kidding. The robe was a short satin one that came to the top of her thighs.
Her absolutely luscious and gorgeous thighs. What wouldn’t he do to have them on both sides of his head?
Jesus.
Save.
Him.
Slowly, she moved around him, and ran her fingers over his skin, admiring the ink.
“Old horror movies, huh?” she asked.
He stared at her in the mirror and fought for control.Her hands on his body…
He was struggling.
“That’s one of my ideas of a good time. Popcorn, a couch, a fire, and an old movie. Black and white, preferably. What do you do for fun?”
She was curious about what the other thing was, but from the bulge in his pants, she suspected she could guess.
Instead of going there, she shared.
“For funsies, I hack into things like the Pentagon, the CIA, and all kinds of places we can’t normally go.”
He stared at her.
That caught him off guard.
Did she just say she hacked?
For fun?
