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His black hair hung loose around his
shoulders and his golden-brown eyes watched her. His jawline was dark with
stubble. He shifted his body, but his gaze never left her. “Ready for your
bath?”

She nodded, not quite knowing what to say.
The moment was so…intimate. Ripe with sexual tension. Her breasts tingled and
she was damp between her thighs. She put her head down and brushed past him.
She caught a whiff of male sweat and woodsy cologne and it made her pussy
clench.

She started to close the bathroom door but
his hand blocked her. “Don’t lock the door. Just in case.”

In case what? She certainly wasn’t going to
call out and ask him for help. Not while she was wet and naked. Okay, skip that
thought. The idea of T.S. seeing her in such a position didn’t exactly freak
her out as much as she thought it would.

Her body heated from the inside out as
though it liked the idea. Her skin felt flushed and sensitive. Even the air
brushing over it felt like a caress.

T.S. finally stepped back and she shut the
door. He’d found several candles and lit them. Missy liked the softer lighting
and was glad not to have to bathe under the bright overhead ones.

Her bathwater was waiting. She dipped her
fingers in and almost moaned. It was perfect. She removed her bathrobe and hung
it on the back of the door before stepping into the tub. She groaned as she
sank into the hot water. Leaning back against the edge, she finally let herself
relax and soak away the tension of the night.

She still couldn’t believe she’d been
attacked. If not for T.S.— “Don’t think about it.” She closed her eyes,
determined to push those dark thoughts from her mind. A single tear slid down
her cheek and she swiped it away. She was safe. That was all that mattered.

A slight sound made her eyes pop open. The
door handle was turning. He wouldn’t…would he?

He did.

T.S. appeared in the doorway with a glass
of wine in one hand. Missy curled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them,
trying desperately to preserve her modesty. “What are you doing? Get out of
here?”

He ignored her protests and set the glass
on the edge of the tub. “I figured you could use something to help relax you.
You sip on that while I wash your back.”

“I don’t need anyone to wash my back.”
Missy was mortified and half turned-on. She didn’t know whether to laugh at him
or smack him. The man had some nerve inviting himself to stay at her apartment,
taking it over and then barging in while she was having a bath.

“Sure you do.” He lifted the glass and
brought it to her lips. “Have some. I found it in your refrigerator, so I know
you like it.”

She sighed and gave in to the inevitable.
Short of jumping out of the bath and pushing him out the door, he wasn’t
leaving. And she wasn’t about to give up the slight covering sitting in the tub
gave her.

She tugged the glass from his hand and took
a sip, needing something to fortify her against T.S. The man was magnetic and
tugged on all her suppressed longings. He made her want to jump his very sexy
bones. He also wasn’t right for her. They were too different.

He was football and beer. She was the
symphony and champagne. He was blue-collar. She was white-collar. He was rough
and tough and had “bad boy” written all over him. He needed a danger label tattooed
on his forehead.

Her childhood and adolescent years had been
filled with blue-collared bad boys. Her father had been one in his youth and so
were her brothers. They drank too much, didn’t consider anything beyond
football to be cultural and often ended up in prison because of drunken brawls.
She didn’t want that in her life. Had worked hard to leave it behind her.

Not that T.S. drank to excess. On the
contrary, he seemed very controlled when it came to his consumption of alcohol.
But they were different in so many ways. It didn’t make sense to start
something that could only end badly.

Then there was the added problem of having
their best friends married to one another. Any relationship between her and
T.S. would be short-lived at best and then where would that leave them? They’d
still have to see one another when they socialized with Candy and Lucas. It was
inevitable. It would also be awkward and tense.

The glass made a clinking sound as he
plucked it from her fingers and set it back on the side of the tub. He picked
up a thick facecloth and dipped it into the water. He reached across her, his
forearm brushing hers as he grabbed the soap from the dish. She watched his
hands, calloused and strong, rub the soap on the cloth until he had a froth of
bubbles.

“Lean forward.”

She really shouldn’t. She should tell him
to leave. Deep down she knew he would if she truly protested. But did she
really want him to go? The answer was surprising. No, she didn’t. She didn’t
want to be alone.

She sat forward and buried her face against
her knees. The cloth moved up and down her back, not just washing her skin, but
massaging the muscles and working out the tension.

Gradually, she began to relax as the heat
from the water and T.S.’ hands began to work their magic.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “Lean back.”

As if in a dream, Missy slowly sat back.
The move meant she couldn’t keep her legs tucked close to her chest. She was
forced to cross her arms over her breasts. Which was stupid. He could still see
the rest of her.

“Oh, babe.” T.S. sat back and rubbed the
soap between his hands, working up a thick lather. “I always knew you were
beautiful, but even my imagination wasn’t this good.”

There was no doubting the sincerity in his
words and Missy was flattered in spite of herself. She’d never been one to fall
prey to flattery, especially by men who called her “babe”. She hated cutesy
nicknames. But for some reason it sounded sexy when it came from T.S.’ lips.

He rested his hands on her shoulders and
began to work his way down her arms, stopping when he got to her elbows. He
waited, not demanding anything. Missy slowly unlocked her arms and allowed him
to continue soaping her forearms and hands. The action left her breasts totally
bare.

The air was steamy and perfumed with the
scent of soap and hot male. His actions were slow. Unhurried. As if he had all
the time in the world and all he wanted to do was touch her.

His gaze settled on her breasts. They
weren’t overly large, but they weren’t exactly small either. Her nipples
tightened the longer he watched. He reached for the soap and created a thick
lather yet again. The bar of soap was dumped alongside her wineglass, forgotten
as he worked his way down her collarbone, taking care to clean the scratches
even though the doctor at the hospital already had seen to them.

Missy barely even noticed the slight sting.
It was getting much harder to breathe. Her chest was rising and falling
rapidly. T.S.’ hands were getting closer to her breasts, not quite touching
them.

She arched toward him. An involuntary
action that felt totally right. She wanted his touch. Needed it to replace the
feel of other hands reaching for her, groping her. He cupped the mounds, his
thumbs circling but never touching her nipples.

She gave a soft cry of demand, of need.

“I love your nipples. They’re bigger than I
suspected. Rosy-beige like I imagined they would be.”

It was hard to wrap her mind around the
fact that T.S. had fantasized about her breasts. Right now she didn’t care what
he thought. She wanted him to touch her.

He brushed his thumb lightly over the
distended buds. Missy shivered and cried out, her legs shifting restlessly in
the water. T.S. lightly pinched her nipples, stimulating them even more. She
was surprised the water in the tub wasn’t boiling. She felt hot and needy.

Sex was usually fun and mutually
pleasurable. It had never felt anything like this—hot, dangerous and
out-of-control. Missy knew she should be frightened. Oh, not of T.S. He’d never
hurt her physically. But of the intensity that seemed to exist between them.

She’d felt it from the first moment they’d
met. It had simmered between them at each subsequent meeting, both of them
doing their best to ignore it. She wasn’t looking for anything permanent. Not
now. It wasn’t in her plan. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy this
moment.

She wasn’t deluded. She knew this kind of
attraction was rare. That made it very hazardous to her peace of mind, to her
emotions. She could come to care for him way too much. And he was a loner. She
knew from Candy that T.S. wasn’t the kind of man to settle down. That was fine
with her. He wasn’t the type of man she wanted when she did finally settle.

But that didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy
what was between them. Stoke the heat that simmered and see what happened.

Missy knew her reasoning was faulty but she
didn’t care. She could have easily died tonight. She might never have had the
chance to explore the attraction between them. She wanted to embrace life, to
celebrate the fact she was alive.

She needed this man. Right here. Right now.
She’d deal with tomorrow when it came.

He cupped some water in his hands and
sluiced it over her sensitized breasts. She whimpered. She needed more. Had to
have more.

As if he’d heard her thoughts, T.S. lowered
his head.

Chapter Five

T.S. moved as slowly as possible, giving
Missy plenty of time to protest. He was surprised she hadn’t screamed her head
off when he’d first entered the bathroom. She’d protested, but not overly much.
He could tell she had mixed emotions about him being there, so he’d pressed his
luck and offered to wash her back.

He inhaled, filling his lungs with air, her
delicious scent mixed with the perfume of her soap. It was some floral thing,
maybe lavender. Whatever it was, it made his dick hard because it was mixed
with her unique fragrance.

Her skin was soft and silky and dark. He’d
wanted to lick every inch of it from the moment he’d walked into the bathroom
and seen her naked in the tub. He’d refrained. Barely. And now his patience was
paying off.

Missy had superb breasts, round and firm
and tipped with delicate nipples. Candlelight flickered off her wet skin. Her
legs were long, her calves curved, her thighs strong. She was slender, but her
hips were wide enough to cradle a man comfortably while he fucked her hard and
long. Her waist dipped in slightly. Her torso was long. Which brought him back
to her excellent breasts.

She was breathing faster now, which made
them jiggle slightly. Her nipples were lighter against her darker skin. The
contrast made his mouth water.

T.S. traced one large areola with his
tongue. It tightened even more beneath his touch. She made a soft sound of
pleasure, almost a purring that made his balls hurt. God, she was sexy.

Slender fingers slid against his scalp,
burying in his hair, holding him in place. He dragged his tongue over her
tender nipple and was rewarded with a breathy sigh. He cupped her other breast
and ran his thumb over the distended nub. Missy arched into his touch.

She was so responsive. She was also
emotionally fragile. She’d been through a lot tonight. A gentleman would tuck
her into bed and walk away.

But he’d never claimed to be a gentleman
and he had no plans to leave her.

He eased back, loving the sting of her
nails against his scalp as she tried to keep him close. Her eyes were shut, her
head tipped back and her lips parted. He had to taste those luscious lips
again.

He licked her plump bottom lip, moaning in
pleasure when her tongue touched his, inviting him to explore. Bracing his
hands on either side of the tub, he lost himself in the kiss.

It was hot and wet and thorough. He left no
crevice, no corner unexplored. By the time he pulled away, he was breathing
hard. But he wasn’t done yet. Not by a long shot.

Keeping his eyes on her face, he laid one
hand on her stomach. The contrast of his olive-toned skin against her darker
flesh was incredibly erotic. He watched her as he slid his hand downward, his
fingers tangling in the dark curls covering her mound.

He waited for her to protest, to tell him
to stop. Her thighs shifted, opening a tiny amount and T.S. thought his dick
would explode. He’d never been so turned on in his entire life. That one little
gesture of surrender made him feel like he was king of the world.

He wasn’t foolish enough to think she’d
want him for more than a good time. He understood what tonight was about. It
was a mixture of adrenaline and emotions. The need to feel alive after facing
such a dark moment. He ignored the slight pang in his gut, shoving it aside. He
was fine with that. It was what he wanted. Sex. Right here, right now.

Using his fingers, he parted the slick
folds of her pussy. Water lapped dangerously against the edge of the tub. The
front of the ugly green shirt was soaked. Not that he cared. He planned on
getting naked very soon.

But first he wanted to see Missy come.

T.S. stroked one finger over her clit. Her
hips jerked, sending another small wave perilously close to the rim. She was
restless, her hands gripping the top edge of the tub. Her skin glistened. She
was a Siren, a mermaid, ready to lure him to his doom. And he was more than
ready to be led.