She’s Caleb’s sister. She’s a client. She’s off-limits.
These words run on repeat like a mantra, but it doesn’t matter. Because I’ve seen her now and acknowledged the reality of River Allison. She’s a problem…the woman who blew apart every carefully constructed professional boundary I’ve built.
She might hate me, but we are on fire for each other.
And knowing she’s showering—water running over all that skin I just saw has the need to fuck her clawing through my pelvis strong enough to make me shudder.
Leaning on the sink, I grip the edge until my hands ache.
You’re a better man than this.
Don’t destroy your friendship. Caleb deserves better.
River deserves better.
Stay in control.
Being locked in with River for days on end may prove to be too much. I should request a replacement. Come up with some excuse.
Fuck. Or maybe I should tell her brother the truth. He’d have my head.
“Diesel?”
Her calling for me causes that heat to flare again. Only this time the protector in me comes alive.
“Yeah, ready for me to bandage your arm?”
There’s a pause. Then the door opens again. Only this time she’s in a fucking towel that doesn’t hit even mid-thigh with wet hair hanging over her shoulder.
Her skin is pink from the heat and it’s almost more than I can do to keep from crowding her backward in that bedroom until she’s under me on that tiny fucking bed.
I want River on a visceral, physical level, but the urge is deeper and more complex. It makes me uncomfortable as fuck.
But I’ve never backed off when things are hard, if anything, I lean in.
River makes me want to do that exactly. Embrace the chaos.
Ride the storm.
Slay the demons and win the prize.
Right on schedule, she narrows her eyes at me.“I don’t have anything to wear. The dresser’s empty. But you knew, that didn’t you?”
I can’t say a word. The part of my brain that handles language is broken by the sight of her.
She clears her throat, expression tight with frustration. “Did youhearme?”
“Clothes. Right.”
I pivot and walk to the other bedroom with my mouth dry and my dick definitely making itself known. But when I open the dresser that’s stocked for other male agents, a dark thought overtakes me.
Slamming the drawer, I stride out of the room, grab the keys and head out to the truck where my bag is always at the ready.
She’s still standing in the same place when I get back, looking even more annoyed and just as hot.
I push past her into the room, toss my bag on the bed and drag open the zipper.
“You can wear these.”
