He looks down at me for a few seconds before he walks out, his boot heels sharp against the wooden floor.
I’m shaking still, but this feels different.
Instead of letting myself think too much, I jerk off myplaid shirt and shove down my jeans. That’s when I realize the bedroom door leading to the hallway is open.
The jerk.
I stomp to the door to slam it, but he’s leaning against the wall across from it.
He keeps his eyes on my face, but he doesn’t need to look down at my pink bra and panties for me to feel his awareness there. In all my feminine places.
For a few seconds neither of us moves, me with my hand on the door. Him leaning there, perfectly still except for the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes normally.
Unlike me. I’m breathing way too fast and hard.
I slam the door, stumble back, both hands coming to my mouth.
Ugh! How can he make me burn with one look?
On legs that feel gangly and awkward, I storm back to shower where I scald my skin off.
He’s right outside that door.
I hate him.I can’t want him.
Dammit.
I scrub my face, my hair, my everything, praying when I step out of the shower I’ll be in a hotel at some rodeo and Diesel Drake will be a figment of my imagination that I left in the shower.
Only I’m not so lucky.
And I don’t have any clean clothes to put on.
CHAPTER 9
I’m soscrewed. I can’t unsee River standing there in a pink bra and panties with her hand on the door like she was about to slam it.
All the hundreds of thoughts I should have been thinking vanished.
She’s a perfect blend of strength and soft curves. Strong legs that spend hours in the saddle. The pink bra she wore is simple, functional, but the way it framed her made me hungry to bury my face there.
Goddamn this job.
My hands remember the feel of her wrists. The way she fit against me when I carried her. All of it. Every fucking breath she took in the truck.
I swear I tried to keep my eyes on her face, but everythingin me wanted to look down, to trace every line until only the sight of her was in my brain.
This can’t be happening.
I walk without knowing where I’m going and find myself at the sink, filling up glass after glass of water. Nothing douses the thirst.
She knows it too. Felt the tension. Awareness finally hit River the same way it’s been hitting me.
“Fuck, brother you’re in it now.”I mutter under my breath as I wash the glass and return it to the drying rack.
We are chemical magnets and the pull is going to break something before this is done.
Dammit to hell.
