Chapter7
Before Priya could reciprocate,Grady disentangled himself from her limp, satisfied body and disappeared into the bathroom, whistling as he jogged out ofsight.
She listened to the shower turn on. Sure enough, it only took him a minute or two, and then he returned,a towel slung low on his tight, sculpted hips. With clothes on, Grady looked like a big guy. Burly, even, especially this year, having just come off a tourofduty.
The scruffy almost-beard helped contribute to thatimpression.
But naked—and oh God, this was her first time seeing him naked. And her brain was too scrambled to fullyappreciateit.
She shoved herself up and offthe bed as he turned his back to her and dropped histowel.
Oh, sweetheavens.
Hello, butt.You’re perfect, she thought faintly. Soperfect.
But before she could launch herself at him and take a bite out of his magnificent ass, he tugged on a pair of boxerbriefs.
Well, that wasn’t a bad vieweither.
He turned around and gave her a happy grin. She wasn’t surewhy. He didn’t get to come. If she’d been left hanging, she’d be snappier than a hungry alligator right now. “Lunch?”
She gapedathim.
“Priya?”
“Areyousure?”
He laughed. “Yes. I want to feed you before you faint. Remember the goal for the week? Calm, cool, collected Priya? Unfazed byanything?”
“I’m feeling pretty chill at the moment.” She glanced down atherself. Her shorts were still unzipped, her shirt was hiked up. She looked like a disheveled mess and she didn’t care at all. “Very chill. Totally unfazed. Come backtobed.”
“I want more than a quickie before lunch, and youneedfood.”
“I’m not sureIdo.”
His grin slid toward feral. “Sustenance,beautiful.Fuel.”
“I bet you have granola bars stashed away for justthisreason.”
That got her a bigger laugh, with his head thrown back. “Emergency sex food? Yeah, we can call it that. But those are like midnight rations, not main meals.” He grabbed a clean t-shirt, pulled it on, then closed the gapbetweenthem.
He cupped her face, lightly brushing his lips against hers. “Thank you,” he murmured. “I always wanted to score with a hot girl in mycabin.”
“Technically it’s my cabin, and you’resquatting.”
“That was fantasy number two. Finding myself alone with the female counselor and having my way with her.” He rubbed his thumb against her cheek and gave her a soft, adoring look that stirred up all sorts of confusing feelings. “Never got past first base when I was a kid here. Probably for the best. I wouldn’t have known whatto do if I’d gotten insidesomeone’sbra.”
“Nowyoudo.”
“Damn straight I do. And I’m allyours.”
For now. For this week, maybe. She couldhandlethat.
The mistake she’d made last year was letting herself dream of more. This time, they’d do this. Get sweaty, get their mutual attraction out of their systems, and then draw a very clear goodbye line inthesand.
She dragged in a deep breath. “Lunch sounds good,actually.”
“Yeah?” He searched her face before smilingagain. “Good.”
