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But he knew this couldn’t happen. And he shouldn’t have let last night happen either. But he did because Maisie was beautiful and offered herself to him, and he was weak and couldn’t resist her. Even though she said it didn’t matter what happened today, he was still an asshole for letting her believe that any kind of future with him was possible.
As much as it hurt him, he knew if he stayed in this bed with her a second longer, all his resolve would melt away. She felt so good. Her skin was so soft, her curves so inviting. It waskilling him to not press a kiss to her shoulder then press himself between her sweet thighs.
It took all his willpower to pull his hand away from her breast and slip out from under the covers. Moose was curled in the reading chair, and he lifted his head as Dodge picked up his jeans and padded barefoot into the living room. He pulled on his pants then let the dog out and made a pot of coffee.
Leaning against the counter, he burned his tongue as he took a sip of the hot brew. Then he thought about all the places his tongue had been the night before and knew he was in big trouble. The problem was that he really liked Maisie. She was gorgeous, and once he let himself go the night before, he couldn’t keep his hands, or his mouth, off her.
“Hey Dodge,” Maisie called from the bedroom, breaking into his thoughts. “Can you come help me with something?”
“Be right there,” he called back, reminding himself why he was here before taking another sip of coffee then setting his cup down on the counter. Maisie had been hurt in an accident and he was supposed to be here helping her, not helping himselftoher.
She wasn’t in the bedroom when he walked in. The bathroom door was open, so he crossed the room and softly knocked. “Okay for me to come in?”
“Yes,” she called back.
He pushed open the door then froze as he caught sight of her through the glass door of the walk-in shower. She had just turned the spray on, and the water ran down her lush body in ways that made him jealous of the liquid.
She had a plastic bag wrapped around the splint on her wrist and was holding her arm outside the door of the shower. “I thought I could manage, but I can’t figure out how to wash…well, anything. Can you please help me?”
He blinked, trying to keep his gaze trained on hers, even though his eyes really wanted to roam up and down her body. “What do you want me to do?”
“You can’t do anything from out there.” She put her good hand on her hip and offered him a seductive smile. “You need to shuck off those jeans and get in here with me.”
He did as she said. Even knowing that this was a bad idea—that he was weak—and she was his greatest temptation. But she did need his help. And she had invited him to join her.
She handed him the shampoo bottle and turned her back to him. Her hair was already wet, and he poured a dollop of shampoo into his hand then worked it through her wavy hair. Mesmerized, he watched as the suds slid down her back and over her luscious ass. She passed him the conditioner, and he repeated the process.
As the conditioner washed out, he tipped his head forward, pressing his forehead against her wet hair. “You are killin’ me, darlin’,” he said into her ear. “Everything about you is so beautiful. And tempting as hell.”
She pressed back against him, the feel of her wet body sending waves of desire surging through his veins.
“Last night should never have happened,” he said, resisting the urge to continue running his hands through her hair. “I told you I’m not the man for you. And I never will be. But last night, I wasweak. I let the wantin’ you take over, and now I feel like I might have given you false hope that this can happen between us.”
She turned to face him, and he groaned at the hunger filling his chest. Picking up his hand, she set a bar of pink soap in it then slowly circled the soap inside his palm until suds formed. That motion was seductive enough, then without saying anything, Maisie lifted his hand, with the soap cupped in it, and ran it over her body.
Starting at her waist, she moved his hand over her soft belly, then up to circle first one breast, then the other.
The lather made the soap slick under his hand, and he watched the suds slide along her creamy skin. “This isn’t fair.”
“I don’t know what you mean. You’re just helping to wash me. I can’t help it if I’m dirty.” Her voice had a flirty tone to it, but when he raised his gaze to meet hers, she burst into giggles. “That was too much. I couldn’t pull it off.”
He shook his head as he laughed with her, loving how much fun they had together. Even in this scenario, which was sexy as hell, they still were having fun.
“I do like you, Maisie. I swear, that’s not the problem.”
“Then what is?”
“Damn woman, it’s so hard to have a serious conversation with you all naked and soapy and your skin so wet and enticing. You are testing every ounce of my willpower.” The scent of the soap and her shampoo filled the steamy air around them, and he couldn’t help himself, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her neck.
The water running along her throat wet his lips, and his hand, still holding the soap, slicked down her side. Purple bruises from where her body had slammed against the seat slashed across her chest, and he tenderly placed a kiss along each one. “I feel like I’m taking advantage of you. Your poor body is bruised and battered, and all I’m thinking about is ravaging it. Like you haven’t been through enough.”
She offered him a coy smile. “I haven’t been through nearly enough if you are considering ravaging me again.”
He grinned. “I’m trying to be serious, and you keep making me laugh.”
“Oh, Iamserious about you ravaging me.” She took the soap from his hand, set it in the holder on the side of the tub, then turned back to look at him. “I told you before, I don’t care about what happens tomorrow, or the next day. I only care about what is happening now. You keep talking about temptation and willpower, which reminds me of how I go on a diet. Sometimes I’m strong and other times, I give in and eat the cake,andthe ice cream,andthe pizza—I totally blow it. Then I just let the guilt of blowing it go and start fresh again the next day. So, that could be how you think about this thing with us. We can just give into the temptation today then use that willpower to resist tomorrow.”
He tilted his head, considering her words. It was getting harder to refrain from wanting her and his hands itched to run over her slick wet curves. “So, what you’re sayin’ is…”
