Page 35 of Warrior Unraveled

The last eighteen hours had been a supernatural rollercoaster with more twists and turns than the Underworld labyrinth they’d narrowly escaped.

Wes turned his face into the water raining down on him, reluctant to get out of the shower.

A sound drifted to him. Was Virginia back? He hadn’t heard the door, but then she wouldn’t use the door, given that she didn’t have a key to it. She would just pass through it. What a cool skill that was!

“Virginia?” he called out.

He’d left the bathroom door ajar. Just so he would hear if anybody entered the room.

Liar.

He sighed. So what if he’d left it open because he was hoping Virginia would take the hint and join him in the shower? Was that maybe the reason why he was still standing here, even though he could have dried off much earlier?

Well, clearly it wasn’t happening.

Another sound made him whirl around. But it was just his active imagination that made him imagine the faint footsteps. Disappointed he turned back and reached for the faucet.

“Don’t turn it off yet.”

Virginia’s voice jolted him, and he spun around. And stared at nothing.

But he heard her. She was stepping into the shower, and he saw that her feet displaced the water that had collected in the shower pan. For an instant he just stood there, then he grinned.

“I hadn’t pegged you for the shy kind.” Or why else would she be invisible?

“Who says I’m shy?”

An invisible hand suddenly touched his chest. His heartbeat accelerated. Instinctively he followed her hand, running his fingers up to her shoulder, touching her naked skin.

“If I were shy, I wouldn’t let you wash me,” she murmured.

He took the hint and pulled her closer, stepping out of the spray to make space for her.

“Well, I guess I’ve got a job to do then.” A job that didn’t feel like a job, more like a reward.

He turned to reach for the soap. When he turned back, he saw with surprise that Virginia wasn’t entirely invisible anymore. The water pearling off her created a silhouette that looked almost ghostly. Mystical. And sexy as hell.

Her curves were delectable, her legs long and shapely, her hips round, her breasts firm and the perfect size for her tall stature.

“You’re looking at me,” she said.

He lifted his lids to gaze into her face. “Did you ever see the movie The Invisible Man?”

Her head bobbed up and down.

“He was outside in the rain, and suddenly you could see him, see his outline.” Wes lifted his hand and traced her shoulder down to her arm. “That’s what I see right now.” He brought his hand to her waist and slowly ran it up along her torso. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined.”

“And you weren’t lying about being big.”

Her hand moved, and he could see the direction it was taking: to his cock that had already started rising. He stopped her before she reached his groin, wrapping his hand around her wrist.

“Not so fast, baby, I want to savor this.” He pulled her hand back to her side and released it. “Now be a good girl and let this big bad witch wash the sulfur off you.”

He soaped his hands so the suds covered his palms, then reached for Virginia. He started at her shoulders, then soaped up her right arm and thoroughly cleansed her from shoulder blade to fingertips, then did the same with the other arm. The soap made her body stand out even more.

Turning her into the spray, he watched the water sluice off the suds and wash away the grime of the Underworld.

“Spread your legs a bit wider,” he ordered and crouched down to her feet.