Like she’d tasted something similar before. The
thought made a short laugh escape her. She’d tasted
himbefore, eleven years ago; that’s why it was familiar.
Only that wasn’t it.
She felt like she was missing something. Something important—
A cool wash of air touched her skin, and she froze,
the fine hairs at her nape prickling and rising.Dagan.
A shudder rocked her from crown to toes.
There was a faint suction sound as the glass shower
door pulled open. Her breath hitched. Raising her head,
she slicked her wet hair back off her face, but she didn’t
turn, didn’t move, just stared straight ahead at the glass
mosaic tiles.
“I didn’t invite you to join me,” she said, a little
breathless.Damn.She cursed herself for that.
“You left the bathroom door unlocked.” His voice
was a low rasp. Just the sound of it stroked her senses.
“I took it as an invitation.”
Another faint shush of sound told her he’d pulled the
glass door open a little wider. She closed her eyes for
second, knowing he was looking at her, the curve of her
spine, the swell of her ass, the length of her legs. She
opened her eyes and shivered.
Finally, she turned her head, looking back at him
over her shoulder. He was all golden skin, smooth over
hard muscle, planes and angles. Dark gold hair curled
on his chest and tapered to a thin line down the center
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of his belly. He was sex on two legs…two long, muscled legs, wrapped in faded denim.
