“Just trying to be helpful. You seemed confused,” she called after him.
He grinned. Damn, she was sassy. “Jared will be here in less than an hour.”
“Okay.”
Fuck he was hard. The black silkies did nothing to hide his raging erection. So much for running out some of his frustration. Ten miles should’ve done it with the brutal paced they’d set. Instead, trading quips with Emme had energized him.
He stripped out of his clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the knob to lukewarm. He’d never been a fan of cold showers — for any reason. Pouring shampoo into his hand, he lathered his short hair, then ran his hands over his chest and abs. He gripped his shaft, stroking from the base to the head in one long stroke, pulling when he reached the tip.
Emme in those jeans. Hugging her hips and lush ass. She’d filled out in all the right places. He’d wanted to drop to his knees and worship her body. Run his tongue from her belly to the junction of her thighs. Feel her hot center against his mouth.
Closing his eyes, he braced his hand against the tiled wall of the shower and let the water cascade down his neck and back.
Firm, long strokes.
Would she scream when she came? Or go breathless? Scrape her nails along his scalp or dig them into his shoulder? He’d throw one of her legs over his shoulder and bury his face in her hot pussy.
Short, fast strokes.
Hold her up until she came all over his face, then lay her down on the floor and keep going until she begged for him to stop.
The base of his spine tingled and his balls grew tight. He grit his teeth together and groaned as he came.
Jesus. He might not make it two weeks.
Damn, he was hot. She sat on the end of the bed and fell back, staring up at the ceiling. It should be illegal for a guy to walk around looking like that. Tight, sweaty, t-shirt molded to his chest and abs. Short, black shorts showing off strong, muscular thighs. She followed pages on Facebook dedicated to guys like that. Man candy. He could have his own page and get a bazillion likes.
There had to be something wrong with her. She had fading bruises on her face and her shoulder was in a sling, but her libido was still going strong. Yay hormones.
Maybe it was a physiological, evolutionary response to propagating the species in the face of imminent danger. How would a study like that be conducted? Here, let me almost kill you and see if you want to have sex afterwards. Could she get funding for a study like that? Better question, could she get Jordan to volunteer?
Knock. Knock.“Emme?”
“Yeah.”
“You okay?”
Does imagining you naked count as okay?“Yes, just resting a bit.”
“Jared and the rest of the guys are here. You up for talking to them?”
She pushed up on the bed and sighed. “I’m coming.” She padded across the room and went out into the suite.
Nope. No. She was going back in her room and not leaving it until the ugly guys showed up. Where did this company recruit from? Hot-Guys-R-Us?
Jordan took her good elbow and led her to the sitting area. “Emme, this is Jared Westin, owner of Titan Group. Colby Winters and Cash Garrison, two of the other guys that were on the rescue mission.”
These were the guys who rescued her. Her heroes. She threw herself at Jared and wrapped her good arm around his waist. “Thank you.”
“It was our pleasure, sweetheart.” He returned her hug. She buried her head in his shoulder as the tears welled up. He held her gently for a several minutes until she calmed down. “You ready to talk?”
She nodded and pulled away. That was embarrassing. “Sorry. I seem to be crying at the drop of a hat these days.”
“That’s understandable. It’ll probably last a few more,” Cash said.
A tissue appeared in front of her and she wiped at her eyes. “Thanks.”
Jordan pulled her down onto the small couch and sat close, the hard muscles of his leg pressed against her.
