“I can make room.” My inside voice was folding like laundry to make way for him.
He muttered then disappeared into the bathroom. Water ran, but Kane hadn’t closed the door fully.
Through the crack, I had a straight-on view with the shower stall. And the very naked man stepping inside.
I exhaled in a sharp puff and dropped my focus to the screen, forcing myself to concentrate on submitting the case. But the second it was done, I found my gaze straying over the laptop lid to the bathroom and the narrow slice of naked Kane.
He faced the spray, using the body wash to scrub over his huge frame. The man was so big, the shower hit his shoulder rather than his head, and when he ducked to wet his hair, steam swirled around him.
I should’ve stopped.
I didn’t.
Following the movement of his hands, I got a glimpse downwards of dark chest hair and the ripple of tight abdominals to a V-shaped muscle. It pointed straight to his hard cock.
Kane stroked himself once.
I stared, taking in the damn police truncheon he hid in his jeans. That thing was a monster. Terrifying. None of which explained how I was the neediest woman alive. Probably the wettest, too.
Certainly the hottest. All the lust returned, and I stripped my cream jumper. It left me in a thin camisole that did nothing to hide my bra or the curve of my breasts. Wait, maybe I needed to rethink that move.
The shower shut off, and Kane appeared again, a white towel around his waist. His focus locked on me, sliding down to my cleavage.Too late.In my position lying on my front and propped up on my elbows, he had a great view. My skirt’s hem was around my thighs.
His eyes darkened. “Enjoy the free show?”
I needed to get myself under control. Setting my laptop aside, I made a play of checking the nearest bedpost.
“What are ye doing?”
“Looking for notches of how many girlfriends you brought back here so you could wow them with your shower surprise.” I was proud of how little my voice shook.
“No girlfriends.”
“Then just unfortunate ladies you enticed in.”
“No women have been in this bedroom at all besides you, flower girl.”
His nickname sent a shiver down my spine. “Glad to break the virgin curse while you still had a chance.”
Reaching behind him, Kane found another towel and leisurely dried himself. “I mean that beds and bedrooms aren’t my style. Though while we’re on the subject, are ye a virgin?”
Heat flooded my cheeks. “No. Why do you think that? Actually, what does no beds or bedrooms mean?”
He took a deep breath that inflated his huge chest. A chest I was trying very hard not to ogle.
Then he flicked off the light, leaving just the glow from the bathroom and the hum of the fan.
“You liked it when I chased ye.”
Oh, damn him.
“I…I don’t understand what you’re asking.”
Except my body had its own interpretation. I hadn’t daydreamed my way into this situation. I’d agreed to enter his flat. I’d lain on his bed and watched him shower. I’d never been more attracted to a man than I was to Kane Ryan.
He also scared me. It was that fear, that lack of knowing him which threw a rope around my want to straddle him on his mattress.
Sharp awareness mixed with my excited state. Kane watched me like a hawk.
