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Again.

He hadn’t left her this time.

She wanted to touch him.

She wanted him in the shower with her, soapy, wet

hands gliding on her soapy, wet skin.

“So finish.” Her mouth was dry, her pulse racing.

He rounded the bed and prowled closer. She did a

half turn, keeping him in her sights, and backed up a

step just a millisecond too late. He lunged, caught the

edge of the sheet and gave it a tug. Struggling to hold

it in place, she fisted one hand at the front, one at the

back, holding fast to clumps of material.

“I’m just hoping you’ll shower—” he gave the sheet

another tug. She tightened her hold and scooted away,

toward the open bathroom door “—and let me watch.”

Her head jerked up. She met the glittering gray of

his gaze. Not cold now. As far from cold as anything

could be.

“Not gonna happen.”

“No?” He arched one straight brow. “You might

change your mind.”

She tried to edge sideways, but he had a solid grip

on the sheet, limiting her choices. Either she stayed

exactly where she was and kept her cover, or she

dropped it and bolted.

He was too close, too tempting, and she was wearing

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a film of three-day sweat. That was pretty much the

only thing that kept her from dropping the sheet and

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