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She started to say that she could do it, but he looked worried. She just smiled. Okay.
He sighed as he stared at her. Well, you even look good dressed in red mud, he murmured.
She laughed.
He winked at her and turned into his own room, closing the door behind him.
13
IT HAD NEVER FELT SO GOOD to step under a spray of warm water, Gracie thought as she washed
her chilled body and her long hair and wrapped herself in one of the big, soft Turkish towels hanging
on the rack by the shower stall. She glanced down at her leg and grimaced as she saw a long scratch
on the inside of her thigh just above her left knee. It wouldn t need stitches, probably, but it was fairly
deep.
She picked up her stained slacks and noted a cut on the pants leg. There must have been a piece of
metal or glass on the ground under her when she fell.
There was a perfunctory knock at the door and Jason walked in, wearing a pair of black silk pajama
bottoms and nothing else. Gracie stared transfixed at the perfection of his muscular, tanned, hair-
roughened chest. She remembered how it felt against her bare breasts. The thought excited her, and
she became flushed.
He lifted an eyebrow. Don t start drooling over me, he said. It isn t nice to take advantage of a man
who s only trying to help you.
What sort of help did you have in mind? she asked with a wicked grin.
He tapped her nose with his finger. Stop that. Let s see the cut.
She propped her leg on the tub and pulled the towel that swallowed her aside just enough to display
the cut. I must have fallen on something, she said.
Something sharp, he agreed, frowning. When did you have a tetanus booster last?
This year, she said easily.
Good girl. He looked in the medicine cabinet for elastic bandages and antibiotic cream. I think you
can do without stitches.
I thought so, too. I don t really feel up to a trip to the emergency room. It s been a long day.
I know.
He applied the cream and a wide square bandage, his fingers deft and sure on her soft skin. She
tingled all over at his touch.
He glanced up at her with an amused smile. Don t let me see how much this excites you, he
cautioned. Anything could happen.
Really? Anything?
He stood up and reached for the hair dryer. Brave words.
He turned the dryer on and his fingers sifted through her blond hair as he blew it dry. She moved
closer, liking the feel of his body next to her with so much bare skin on display. She felt positively
wanton. She wasn t really afraid of him. She wondered why she ever had been. It seemed perfectly
natural to be standing almost in his arms in a towel.
He finished drying her hair and turned off the blower, unplugging it as he laid it back on the vanity
table.
She looked up into his black eyes with fascination. She d known him for so long, but sometimes he
was like a stranger. Especially like this. Their relationship had undergone a radical transformation in
past weeks.
He took a handful of her soft, pale blond hair and his eyes narrowed as his gaze fell to the swell of
her breasts over the drooping towel. His jaw clenched. You re very pretty without your clothes.
Am I? She sounded breathless. The tension in the room grew explosive.
Pretty. Desirable. Irresistible& He bent and his mouth brushed lazily over hers, only to slide
warmly down her throat and onto the soft skin of her breasts. He hesitated as he drew his lips against
them, waiting for her reaction. He lifted his head, just briefly, to look into her eyes.
When she didn t try to back away, he felt a jolt of pure sensuality that ran through him like electricity.
He bent again. His hands moved the towel a little lower, out of the way, and his mouth opened on soft,
warm, faintly scented skin.
It wasn t scary at all, when his lips moved tenderly like that on her bare skin. She forgot to be afraid
and shivered with delight. Her arms went around him, her short nails digging into his long, muscular
back hungrily while his mouth explored her taut breasts. She was barely aware that the towel had
fallen away from her breasts. She didn t even care. His mouth had opened right over her nipple and
was pulling it inside, exploring it in a dark sensuality that made her tremble with need and just a little
fear.
He felt her stiffen and lifted his head. His black eyes searched hers. There s nothing to be afraid of,
he said quietly. I won t do anything you don t want me to do.
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