She sat on the edge of the bed while he finished, only half-listening. She knew he wasn’t going to say anything that he didn’t want her to hear. He would have left the room to make the call otherwise. He’d fill her in later on what he thought she needed to know, which probably wasn’t anything close to what she wanted to know.
She’d finished combing her hair and started to put lotion on her legs when he ended the call. He was staring at her legs with an unmistakable gleam in his eye, which sent a tickle of warmth running up her thighs.
“You’re distracting,” he said accusingly.
“Is that good or bad?”
“Depends on how tired you are.”
“I’m pretty tired.”
“Then bad.”
She smiled. “You gonna fill me in on what’s happening?”
“In a minute. I need a shower.”
He didn’t take much longer than that. She was still rubbing in lotion when he came back out, a towel slung around his waist.
Lowaround his waist.
She took a long, slow eyeful, letting her gaze trail over the broad shoulders, muscular arms, and tanned washboard stomach, searching for a flaw. There wasn’t one. He was, as the phrase went, seriously put together. What was that men’s fitness magazine? He could be on the cover.
And from the grin on his face, he knew exactly what his incredible body was doing to her.
She shot him a glare, knowing why that towel was slung so low. It was sexy as hell and gave her a glimpse of his low ab muscles, which led right to...
He gave her a suggestive lift of an eyebrow. “Still tired?”
She tore her eyes away from that happy trail. She couldn’t let him win that easily; he would be unbearable. Or, as he was already unbearable, more unbearable.
She yawned, taking in those killer abs as if they were the most boring thing in the world when all she wanted to do was slide her fingertips up and down and count every tight rope of muscle. “Yep. I can barely keep my eyes open.”
“Is that so?” he drawled, with a smile that reminded her of a gunslinger daring his opponent to go ahead and make his day. “Anything I can do to wake you up a little?”
His gaze lowered to the opening of her robe, landing in a place between her legs that turned her insides to quicksand. Just the thought of what he was suggesting was enough to make her hot. She had to squeeze her thighs together a little not to quiver with anticipation. The thought of his mouth and tongue on her the way she might have imagined more than once...
Oh God, she couldn’t help it. Her body quivered.
He saw the movement and gave her one of those “I have you right in the palm of my hand” smiles.
Not so fast. She wasn’t going to fall to pieces just because he said he would go down on her. She had her pride, didn’t she?
At least a few minutes’ worth. She forced her thoughts away from slow nuzzles and long slides of tongue.
And gunslingers with big guns.
“How about you tell me the plan?” she said with an impressive matter-of-factness.
He lifted an eyebrow and closed the distance between them. “I didn’t take you for a play-by-play dirty talker, but if that’s what you want. First I’m going to put my mouth—”
She pushed him away with an embarrassed laugh. “Notthatplan. What’s happening tomorrow? Is everything ready for us? Did we get the green light?”
His eyes narrowed dramatically, and the arms she’d been doing her best not to admire too openly might have flexed a little. She must have sounded too excited.
“This isn’t fun, it isn’t exciting, and it sure as hell isn’t a damned TV show. It’s dangerous. Got that?Dangerous.”
Okay, maybe the green-light business was a little Hollywood, but she was just getting into the spirit. She resisted the urge to say “Copy that.” She didn’t think he’d appreciate the attempt at humor. Which was odd, as he was exactly the guy who should. Keeping things light when things were dangerous was his job. His pranks were legendary. But he was pretty much Mr. Stone Face humorless right now. And wound up way too tight. He needed to relax. But she was smart enough not to tell him that.
