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Flash some skin.
Okay, easy enough.
She stripped, trying not to think about the actual technicalities of what she was about to do. Blessing the dark, she dropped shoes, pants, blouse...oh darn. She paused, her hands ready to remove the thin camisole she’d worn beneath her blouse.
Laundry.
She’d forgotten to do it—again.
Knowing she had no nightie in her drawer, not even a clean T-shirt thanks to her forgetfulness, she left on the little silk camisole and hoped it looked sexy enough. To ensure that, she removed the bra she’d worn beneath it. Then she drew a deep, very shaky breath and glanced through the dark at her faint reflection in the mirror over her dresser.
She’d never been one to sleep in the nude, she’d never even slept in just a little chemise and panties before. She felt...sexy. She even looked sexy, if the hardly-there reflection told the truth.
She’d always been fairly curvy. Blessed with breasts, as Alexi was fond of saying. But her chestnut-colored hair had always been difficult. Wild at best. At least it fell past her shoulders, which made it easy to pull back when she wanted. For now she left it down, because guys liked long hair.
Or so she’d heard.
Hoping that was true, she attempted to tame it, but it refused to be browbeaten. She couldn’t see her eyes in the faint light, but that only added to the strange allure of standing there half nude staring at herself.
In spite of her hair, she really did look good! It was a horribly embarrassing thing to admit, even to herself, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away.
An achiness filled her, especially in those erogenous spots that had been tingling ever since she’d first seen Zach again. Now goose bumps rose on her skin as well, and she shivered, though she wasn’t cold. The opposite actually.
This was the new mille
She could do this. She wanted to do this. And it had nothing to do with any silly challenge, and everything to do with what she wanted for herself.
Standing there in the dark, she ran her hands down her arms, soothing away the slight tremor that had danced through her with all the racy thoughts. Even that simple touch seemed sensual, and her body tightened. Her nipples puckered.
And she laughed silently at herself. There was a man in her bed; a warm, hard-bodied, sexy man and she was standing here wasting good time.
Zach was utterly still, completely asleep, on his side facing her. So exhausted. A flash of guilt hit her. Should she let him sleep awhile longer?
No. She’d lose her nerve.
It was too dark to see him clearly. Probably a good thing. Dragging in a deep breath of courage, she lifted the covers and slid in. Oh...my, he felt so absolutely wonderful—
All thought deserted her as two large hands caught her, hands which hauled her close, then rolled her, so that she was pi
CHAPTER 3
A GROAN RUMBLED from Zach’s chest, in the region of Ha
“What the—” Towering over her, his hands now flat on either side of her head, the length of him became flush with the length of her. Then one of his hands smoothed back the hair from her face. Bending close, he struggled to see in the dark. “Ha
Oh God, what now? At the first feel of him, her plan had escaped her. Oh yes, flash skin. Thinking she needed to remove her camisole, she started to wiggle, but he held her utterly captive.
One of his hands tipped her face up. “Why are you in my bed?”
“It’s...my bed.”
“No...this is my bed.” He spoke slowly, thickly, as if he wasn’t quite awake. “Or at least the one that you gave me. I think. Am I in the wrong bed?”
No, he was in the exactly right bed. And now that her initial nerves had worn off, Ha
One, he smelled good. Really good, like soap and sleepy warm, male skin.
Two, he felt good. Really, really good. All sleek skin and tough muscle.
And oh yeah, as far as she could tell, he was nearly naked. To test, she arched up, just a little, because wow, he felt incredible. She wasn’t really trying to take advantage of him, at least not until he woke all the way up—okay, maybe she was, just a little—and when she did, she encountered...yep, more sleek skin and tough muscle.
No clothes.
At her movement, he’d gone completely still. She could feel him becoming more...awake.
Abruptly, he rolled off her.
Shoot! She hadn’t moved to step two quick enough! Flash skin, then kiss him.
She needed to kiss him in order to render him a walking, talking sex hormone!
But then she was suddenly blinking at the lamp he flipped on.
He was glaring at her. “Ha
Hadn’t they already established that it was indeed her?
She opened her mouth to say yes, it was still her, but then she realized he was holding his side. “Oh God, did I hurt you?” Horrified, and angry that she could have forgotten about his side, even for a second, she rolled toward him.
“No, I just moved wrong,” he said, straightening gingerly, giving her a good look at his scar, which was at least six inches long, red and angry.
Her heart squeezed. “Oh, Zach. I’m so sorry.”
“I’m fine,” he said roughly.
Yeah, he was fine. Actually, amazing was a better word. And still nude. The sheet had fallen away from his chest, pooling low in his lap. Those shoulders she’d admired earlier were no longer slightly slumped with exhaustion, they were straight and quite frankly, mighty impressive.
Not that she’d seen many to compare by, but she had a good imagination.
His arms were long, ta
But it was his stomach that really grabbed her. Solid as a rock and rippled, all the way down to...
With a low, inarticulate sound, he hauled the sheets closer to himself and frowned at her.
Blushing, she looked away quickly. Nope, she wouldn’t have trouble finding a spot to kiss. If she even got a chance, that is. Seems her bad luck streak hadn’t changed much since high school.
Zach blinked at the clock and let out a soft oath as he ran a hand over his face. “What’s going on here?”
“I’m...” Trying to seduce you, darn it! “Actually, this is my room.”
He was still confused. “Because you were sold out and you didn’t want to turn me away?”
No, because I wanted to jump your bones. “Um...not exactly.”
“The No Vacancy sign was blinking when I drove up, but I didn’t think—” He swore. “I’m sorry.” With a disgusted shake of his head, he rose from the bed.
Ha
“Ha
She kept her eyes firmly covered as he rustled about. “Yes?”
“It’s safe.”
Oh, some seducer she was. From between her fingers, she stole a peek. Indeed, he’d pulled on his jeans, though he hadn’t snapped them yet. He was standing there, looking rumpled, tired, edgy and deeply a
Not to mention so stu
It occurred to her that he was now staring at her, really staring at her, in a way that made her start tingling all over again.
In all the excitement, she’d completely forgotten her own state of undress. He sounded a little unraveled when he said, “You’d better get covered, too.”
Laughing nervously, she grabbed the sheet and wrapped herself in it, wondering if it was too late to get back on task, wondering how to get close enough to kiss him.