“Fascinating. Why do you know so much about hypothermia?”
“Part of Raider training was cold-weather drills in Alaska in January. The Marine Corps prefers their jarheads to be jacks-of-all-trades and masters of none.”
“I’d love to delve more into that if I wasn’t about to turn this bathwater into lemonade.”
“Hop out.” He gestured to the towels Eliza had piled next to the tub. BKI’s Girl Friday thought of everything. “I’ll give you some privacy so you can turn the toilet water into lemonade instead of the bathwater. How’s that sound?”
He had to keep his eyes down when she splashed out of the tub. Her T-shirt had gone see through, and even though he’d done his level best to keep his eyes on her face when he’d been explaining about the hypothermia, his peripheral vision had clocked the points of her nipples and the way her dark areolas pressed against the wet cotton.
Plus, you know, her soggy pajama bottoms were hugging her butt as she bent to grab a towel and thelastthing he needed was to get an eyeful ofthat.
While she was distracted wrapping the towel around herself, he pushed up from the tub and quickly grabbed a towel of his own. Holding it in front of his hard-on—the damn thing refused to go down—he stepped out of the water.
“Just throw your wet things over the shower rod,” he said as he headed for his bedroom, leaving large puddles on the tile. “I’ll see what I can find in the way of dry clothes for you,” he added before gently shutting the door behind him.
Then he was standing in front of his bed, dripping water onto his rug, and tryingnotto imagine her peeling herself out of her wet clothes.
“For fuck’s sake,” he muttered. “Get your head outta the gutter and remember she’s like a kid sister to you.”
After shedding his soaking long johns, he used the towel to vigorously scour the water from his skin. His hard-on thanked him for the attention by bobbing happily. Then he walked over to the armchair he’d pushed into the corner of the room, spread the towel across the seat, and arranged his long johns so they’d dry.
When he heard the toilet flush, he didn’t think much of it. But then the bathroom door opened, and he swung around to find Hannah standing in the threshold.
She’d ditched her wet clothes and wrapped a bath sheet under her arms, doing that quintessentialwomanthing of tucking the ends between her breasts. Her damp hair was tousled. Her cheeks were pink from the steam. And the most devilish grin split her face when he yelped and grabbed his dick and balls with both hands.
Because of his hard-on, it was difficult to get everything covered. But he managed to position his arms in such a way that the head of his eager cock was hidden behind his forearm.
“Don’t worry,” she teased. “You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. Although, dat ass?” She winked. “Top ten, for sure. Probably top five.”
He made a face. “I don’t wanna think of you seeing other men in the raw. You’re too young. You should be playing D and D and eating cheese puffs by the fistful.”
She threw back her head and laughed.
He didn’t notice how it made her pale neck look totally lickable. No he did not.
When she lowered her chin, she was still grinning. “Oh, I still play D and D and eat cheese puffs. But I also like to—”
“Lah, lah, lah!” he sang over her, wishing he could plug his ears. But that would require letting go of his junk andthatwas a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad idea.
She shook her head. “I swear, Sam, I’ll be sixty and you’ll still look at me and see an eighth grader.”
He could’ve countered withyou have no idea how wrong you are.But he didn’t want to encourage further conversation considering…you know…he was standing there in his birthday suit.
“I…uh…I can bring you those dry clothes if you’ll give me a minute.” He hitched his chin toward the bathroom door, indicating she should slide back inside and close it behind her.
“I came out to ask about Band-Aids.” She gestured toward her injured toe.
“There’s a first aid kit under the sink.”
“Great. Thanks.” She nodded and turned away.
His covert sigh of relief was cut short when she swung back.
Biting the inside of her cheek, she gestured up and down his length. “It’s not just the ass that’s top five. The whole kit and kaboodle is pretty damn good. Maybe good enough to rate top two.”
Two?That meant there was some sonofabitch out there whom she thought was better looking than—
No.He shook his head. He wasn’t going to think about that.
