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Neither of them spoke for a long moment. How did you put into words what had just happened? That had been so explosive, so unexpected, so unlike anything he’d ever experienced.

“Viper, I—” she whispered. A feeble attempt at something.

He looked at her and thought he saw tears, but she blinked them away.

“Yeah?”

Another long pause.

“Nothing.” She touched his face and then climbed out of bed. “I need a shower. I’m covered in sunscreen.”

He laughed. It eased this strange, unearthly tension that had enveloped them.

She flashed him a shaky smile, then padded to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

CHAPTER 28

Izzy stood in the shower, her head against the cool glass. She had yet to turn on the water.

What had just happened?

That was something else. It was out of this world insane. She’d never ever lost control like that before. Her lips throbbed from his hard kisses, her nipples tingled from his kneading, and her core pulsed with the lingering effects of her orgasm. Even now, she felt his hot seed trickling out of her.

It took several minutes of deep breathing before she could turn on the shower and climb under the cool water.

Viper.

Oh my god, Viper.

First in the pool, then on the lounge chair, and now in her hotel bed. Three orgasms in as many hours. And she still wanted more.

What was wrong with her?

Emily was right. With that man in her room, she might never leave.

He was sex on legs. A lethal hunk of a man with a physique a Norse god would be proud of, eyes that simmered like the depths of the ocean, and an intensity that had ignited her soul. Burned through her defenses.

Hell, who was she kidding? She'd never had any defenses where he was concerned.

She soaped herself up and rubbed all the sticky sunscreen, sweat, and remnants of their lovemaking off her body. Once clean, she turned off the hot tap and blasted herself with cold. That would kill any lingering desire she had for him.

Gasping, she stood there as long as she could, then turned off the water.

There, she was back in control.

This was just a hookup. An insanely hot hookup, amplified by their situation and what they'd been through.

She'd been kidnapped, for Pete's sake. Who wouldn't want life-affirming sex with a man like Viper afterward?

Twice.

He was her protector, her bodyguard, the man who'd saved her life. That was so sexy. It was sheer adrenaline and gratitude that had made her behave so wildly. She mustn't read more into this than that.

Stepping out of the shower, she pulled on the soft toweling robe and fastened it around her waist. Then she stared into the blurry image in the mirror and combed her hair back off her face. There was a freedom in not wearing any makeup. She hadn't since they'd gotten here. Didn't have any anyway. All her belongings were back in D.C. Emily had probably arranged for them to be sent back to her apartment.

Or to Robert's.

Christ, Robert.

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