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Georgia leaned over and began sudsing her feet with the loofah in little therapeutic circles. The water, the rhythmicmovement, the aromatic soap. Inch by inch, she rubbed the cleanser into her ankles, calves, thighs, wondering if Ken had a slow hand, or would rush to pleasure her.
Whichever you like, Georgia. I'm at your bidding, ma'am.
He was so earthy, definitely a man in tune with his body. The sheer size of him sent a thrill through her. His mouth... He was a wonderful kisser, strong, firm, insistent. She lifted her head and allowed the water to pulse over her mouth and spill off her chin. She resumed her massage, methodically moving over her thighs, to her buttocks, to her stomach, moving in circles around her navel, triggering a slow grind of her hips.
Happy Birthday, Ken.
She closed her eyes and imagined putting on a show for him alone. He stood outside the shower in his uniform, barred from entry, able only to watch through the fogged glass.
With the loofah, she touched her breasts, outlining their contours, working inward in slow, firm circles.
Do you like?
He could only nod, which made her smile, smug with feminine power. Such a big, strong man. So malleable in her hands.
She moved the glove over her nipples and moaned, rubbing until they glowed bright pink beneath the white suds. Then she removed the hand-held shower head, turned the water to pulsate, and rinsed the soap from her body, moving slowly from neck to waist, lingering at her thighs before she leaned over seductively to give him a shocking angle while she finished her calves and ankles.
Come out here. I want to touch you.
She turned off the shower and stepped out of the glass stall to towel off slowly and prolong his torture. But when she looked up, he was gone.
The rush of disappointment was keen, overridden quickly by reality. She laughed, a hollow little sound in the confines of the tiled room. Of course he was gone. It was her subconscious speaking to her—men like Ken Medlock didn't stick around for long.
But her body still shook from the stimulation, and her breasts fairly ached. She stumbled to the bedroom, longing leadening her limbs. She felt... engorged, ready to come out of her skin.
The light from the bathroom cast just enough illumination for her to find her way to the bed. She fell across the comforter and hugged herself, squeezing her eyes shut against the fantasies that played behind her eyes. Ken Medlock was in her fantasies only because she had seen him so many times over the past couple of days. His face and body were fresh in her mind. She just needed to see Rob, that's all. To be reminded of his blond good looks, his lanky build, his well-shaped hands. She rolled over and stared at the phone in the dark.
Maybe he'd called and wasn't able to leave a message on that fouled-up machine of hers.
Her womb clenched with pent-up desire. It was either call or fly solo with Ken Medlock's kiss in her head.
She reached for the phone.
Chapter 14
ALTHOUGH THEbox fan had cooled his room somewhat, Ken lay wide awake, his body fatigued but his mind on a treadmill. It had taken all his effort not to go after Georgia today. Never before had a kiss shaken him so. He was falling for the woman, like a big stupid tree. He sighed and wiped his hand over his mouth. There was no good ending to this scenario, at least not for him.
When the phone rang, he turned his head on the pillow, stopping short of a prayer. He couldn't very well ask to be led unto temptation, could he? He reached out in the darkness and picked up the phone on the third ring, covering the mouthpiece with a handkerchief, just in case. "Hello?" He held his breath in the silence. One... two... three. "Hello?" he repeated.
"Hi. It's Georgia."
His breath whooshed out in relief. "I'm glad."
She made a happy little noise that clutched at his stomach. "Did you try to call?"
"I... was getting ready to," he said cautiously, wishing he had the nerve to come clean. The woman had already turned him down for a date. What did he have to lose?
Her stolen kisses. Her respect. Her calls.
"I just got out of the shower," she whispered. "It was so hot in here, I had to do something to cool down."
He groaned. Just one last ride, he promised himself. She was so unbelievably sexy, and the fun would end Sunday night when her boyfriend returned, if not sooner.
"Problem is," she said, "I'm still hot."
His erection tented his pale-blue boxers. "It's getting warmer in here by the minute. What are you wearing?"
"A towel."
