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“It’s okay,” she whispered, searching his gaze and wishing she could ease the pain she saw there. Something deep in her heart ached for him.
Without warning, he pulled hard, dragging her right over the edge and into the tub with him. She gasped as the cold water seeped through her clothing. But he was delusional from the fever, so she figured it was best to play along. He was a big man, taking up most of the tub, so she had to turn sideways on his lap, curling her knees up against his very flat, very hard stomach.Wow. Total silver fox, complete with six-pack abs.
His grip loosened on her wrist, then he let it go as his head fell back. “So hot,” he murmured.
Yes, yes you are,she thought, unable to miss the way his wet shirt clung to his broad chest. She hadn’t fantasized over a man in a very, very long time, but this delicious stranger was making her tummy do cartwheels.
He was just so very masculine. She could easily picture him chopping all that wood in the shed. Shirtless, of course. His now soaked flannel clung to his muscles, plastered to his chest and arms, leaving very little to the imagination. She wondered what he looked like beneath the thick beard. Did he have dimples? An angular jaw? Full or thin lips? From what she could see, his cheekbones looked high and sharp. And that little beauty markon his cheek was somehow adorable and hot at the same time. She wanted to press her lips to it.
The wolf whined, and she glanced over. He was watching them like a hawk. “You’re interrupting my lusty thoughts, Mr. Wolf.”
Wow, she’d said that out loud. She glanced at the man to see if he’d heard. Yeah, no, he was out of it.
After soaking a little longer, Sera started to shiver. If she wasn’t careful, she’d get sick, too. Carefully extricating herself, she climbed out of the tub, caught a glimpse of her sheer pajama top in the mirror, and quickly wrapped up in a towel.
“Um, excuse me, Mr. Man.” She tapped a finger against his muscled arm. “Time to get out.”
His incredible eyes opened. “Cold,” he muttered.
“Right. That’s why you need to get out and dry off.” She reached for another towel then watched as he stood up, water sloshing around in the tub.
He looked down, appearing confused. “Why’re my clothes on?”
Without warning, he proceeded to undress, and Sera sucked in a sharp breath as he tossed his wet shirt. It hit the tiles with a smack and his jeans followed. When he reached for the edges of his navy boxer briefs, she snagged his arm, stopping him.
“Just, ah, leave those on, please.” Of course, she couldn’t help but notice the outline of his thick cock in the wet, clinging underwear. It was much bigger than anything she’d ever seen in real life, and she had to force herself to pull her attention away.
Yep, masculine. So very, very masculine.
Flutters filled her belly as she reluctantly handed him the towel. The cold water seemed to clear his head a little and help end his delusional chattering.
“C’mon,” she said, motioning for him to follow her. “In bed.”
She kept the bathroom light on but closed the door about halfway shut. Then she pulled back the neatly made covers on his bed and he sank down on the mattress, the towel still wrapped around his slim waist.
She couldn’t deny she liked his body. A lot. His chest and arms were muscular, but not an outrageous amount that screamed gym bro on steroids. No, his physique confidently stated “I work out daily in nature.” She could easily picture him jogging through the woods with the wolf and, of course, swinging an ax. Maybe swimming in the river or doing pullups on a low tree branch. Preferably all in just a little pair of shorts.
Letting out a low breath, she pressed the back of her hand to her own forehead, feeling a little flushed.
“I’ll be upstairs if you need—”
“Stay,” he rasped.
And before she knew what was happening, his hand snaked around her wrist, and he pulled her onto the mattress beside him.
“Please,” he murmured, pulling her closer. “Don’t leave me.”
Her throat tightened as she recognized the desperation, the fear, the need in his deep voice. It wasn’t sexual. It was a plea from a wounded man who didn’t want to be alone.
“I won’t,” she finally responded, but he was already asleep.
Chapter Seven
The soft smell of flowers teased his senses and his hand drifted over something soft and smooth. Curving. Corey’s eyes snapped open and he froze. Dark blonde hair tickled his nose and his brain registered his palm resting on a woman’s bare hip.
He must still be dreaming. Squeezing his eyes shut, he opened them again and blinked a few times, but the sleeping woman didn’t disappear.What the fuck?He didn’t bring women home. Ever. And he didn’t remember going anywhere other than Old Glory, but he’d only sat with his friends. Other than Lottie, he hadn’t talked to a woman.
So where had she come from?
