His dark eyebrows rose. “Of course I did. All the time.”
“Bull,” she blurted before she could stop herself.
He straightened to his full height. “I was twenty years old, Ellie. All I thought about was sex. And believe me, you starred in more than one fantasy.”
Well. That warmed all her girly parts right up. What was she supposed to do with that information? Then her gaze caught on the belt around his arm. “Holy crap. I forgot all about you getting shot.” He’d gotten shot saving her. And he’d killed somebody for her. Although tough, Hugh was a good guy. A nice guy. “I’m sorry you had to kill him.”
“Me too,” Hugh said, gingerly rubbing his bloody arm.
Just like that, they were back on even footing. They had a job to do, and first was checking out the wound.
A knock sounded on the door and Connor strode inside carrying a first aid kit.
“You’re a mind reader,” Ellie said, relaxing for the first time in hours, happy she had left the door unlocked for him. Nothing could happen with Connor there, so she could just get over this silly crush and get to work. She dug out her laptop and sat on the bed to open emails from Deke as Connor took care of Hugh’s wound.
“It just needs a bandage,” Connor said, his voice a low growl. “Or maybe two.”
“You’re too kind,” Hugh said, the tone only slightly sarcastic.
A line of code caught Ellie’s eye, and she forgot about the two men. Interesting. Hmmm. She deciphered it, typing quickly, reading each line. “Somebody hacked into the system. Well, probably from the inside. They were looking for employee records and schedules.” Squinting, she looked up at the two men. “I need to get to Pennsylvania.” She’d be able to do more within the system.
Connor and Hugh worked for a while and then Connor took off for his own room. Sirens filled the night outside—a constant sound since Scorpius had hit.
“I’m taking a quick shower,” Hugh said, locking the door and then disappearing into the bathroom.
Ellie found the right code and then paused. She clicked SAVE and sent the information off to Deke. Then she looked at the closed bathroom door.
Hugh had wanted her. Years ago.
She still wanted him.
Life was tenuous at best right now. The pandemic was getting worse, and people were dying daily. Even the ones who lived seemed to be crazy and ending up dead.
She stood.
For years, she’d wondered.
For some reason, she tiptoed toward the bathroom. Was she brave enough to do this? Hell. She might be dead in a week. Or Hugh might. Why play games or be coy or…wait?
Fine. She could do this.
She yanked off her shirt and shoved down her jeans, gingerly sliding into the bathroom buck-ass naked. A semi-clear shower curtain did nothing to conceal the bulk of the man behind it washing his hair. She swallowed.
This was crazy.
But she moved closer to the curtain and whipped it open.
Hugh yelped and tackled her, taking her down to the floor in a move so quick she could only gasp. He flattened her, shoving all the air out of her lungs. His slippery body rubbed against her, and his dick was…right there. Definitely right there.
“Ellie Mae?” He levered up, soap in his hair and dripping down his hard cheekbone.
Oh God. What had she done? His large and soapy body was flush against her nude one. Her nipples hardened instantly. “Surprise?”
He blinked. Once and then twice. He slid a bit to the side, almost off of her, and quickly righted himself with his elbows on the worn bath mat, moving right back into place on top of her.
“You’re all soapy,” she blurted out. Even his…was soapy.
His brows drew down. “I was in the shower.” Instantly, his cock hardened against her. Pulsing. Full. Flattening her clit into explosive sparks.
