Excerpt - Chapter 2 - Sam
Speaking of kissing …
Dana slumped in the tub, leaning her forehead on her knees as I continued to lather and rinse the softest, silkiest skin my hands had ever touched. She sniffled, but at least those gut-wrenching sobs had ceased. She truly cared for her friend’s well being.
“Do you think you can stand?” I asked, my voice husky with ruthlessly restrained lust.
She sighed and nodded.
“Let me help you.”
She allowed me to take her hands and raise her to her feet. I put her wet hands on my shoulders to give her something to cling to while I pulled a towel off the towel bar and wrapped it around her. Without waiting for her to lift her leg, I swept her into my arms and lifted her from the tub. She gasped in surprise, but did not protest. She had apparently learned the futility of that.
I carried her into the bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed. “Stay put, Dana.”
She sniffed, but stayed while I took out an old tee shirt from a drawer and plucked a comb from atop the bureau. The rustling of cloth told me she’d taken the initiative to dry off her body. Pity. I’d hoped to do that. I turned around and she held the towel up to hide her exquisite body from my gaze as though I hadn’t already seen and touched everything.
I handed her the shirt, “Here, put this on.”
She clamped the towel to her chest with one arm and reached with the other to take the shirt. “Turn around, Sam.”
I stood there and grinned, enjoying her discomfiture. It wasn’t nice of me.
“Please,” she whispered.
I turned my back to her and wished I’d thought to install a mirror above the bureau.
“Okay,” she said in a dull voice when she was ready.
I turned around and felt a possessive sort of satisfaction at seeing her wearing nothing but my shirt, clothed in only what I gave her. But her dull expression issued no invitation.
“You’ll sleep here tonight,” I said.
Her hazel eyes narrowed with suspicion. “And where will you sleep?”