She groaned inwardly before clearing her throat and trying again. “Is there another towel? My clothes are filthy and…” she trailed off as he turned to the bed and bent, his pants pulling tight over taut ass cheeks.
Fuck. That’s one tight ass.
He cleared his throat, and she realized she had been staring. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away. “Here,” he said, handing her another towel, which she took with a nod of thanks before shutting the bathroom door and wrapping it around her.
She opened the door again, stepping out into the much cooler motel room. Domik had moved as far away as he could get from the bathroom, leaning against the wall near the door to the parking lot outside.
CJ gripped the towel tightly, pulling it closer like a protective shield, before sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to Domik.
A quiet click was the only sign that Domik had left the room.
She turned, mouth agape, to look at the closed door.
He’d left? I can’t be that awful to look at, surely?
She sighed and flopped back on the bed, staring at the ceiling in the flickering light of the torch. Her thoughts quickly turned to the team. Had they all made it safely back to the Zataras? She felt sick with worry, but there was nothing she could do about it now.
She rubbed her arms against the night chill, wishing that she had something more to wear than her filthy uniform and a towel.
A click of the door shutting had CJ jolting upright in fright, grabbing the towel with one hand as she stood and turned to see Domik had returned, with a lumpy bundle in his arms.
“What is that?” she said, curiosity winning out over her fright.
He dropped the bundle onto the bed. “Clothes. Something might fit.”
She looked from the pile of clothes to Domik and back. “How?”
He shrugged. “There was a room for washing clothes behind the reception area.” He gestured at the pile. “See if there’s something you like. I need to get clean.”
He walked to the door and checked the lock before entering the bathroom. CJ tried to ignore that he left the door open, a flash of a bronzed ass as he pulled his pants off having her spin away, calling over her shoulder, “You can shut the door.”
He didn’t reply. The sounds of running water as he turned the shower on, telling her all she needed to know about that. She busied herself sorting through the pile of clothes on the bed, pulling out a pair of black athletic leggings and holding them up. Deciding they might fit, she put them to one side. There were some tee shirts that might do to sleep in, being too big for CJ but far too small for Domik, and she added this to the pile.
She picked up one of the oversized tee shirts, shooting a look at the bathroom door to make sure Domik was out of sight before slipping it over her head.
The sound of water running stopped and a masculine groan hit her just as she had the shirt over her head, startling her enough that her towel slipped, leaving her standing naked with a tee-shirt over her head.
Oh fuck. Please tell me he’s not looking.
