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"Riley," he yells as I cross in front of the bathroom.

Before I can scurry away, the door opens, a billow of steam escaping at his back.

"Can you grab me the shampoo from my bag? The shit in here smells like a fruit salad. I'd catch shit on the job site if I show up smelling like that."

"You said I wouldn't even notice that you're here," I remind him, doing my best not to look lower than his face because I know the man is standing there stark-ass naked.

"This is the only time I'll bother you," he promises. "But can you grab my shave kit as well?"

"You said you were a good roommate," I mutter, but I walk away and go into the guest bedroom and grab his stuff.

I knock on the bathroom door.

"I've got your stuff."

The door opens, but instead of him taking the stuff from my hand, he grips my forearm and drags me into the steamy bathroom with him.

Chapter 16

Mac

Minutes is all failure took.

I tried not to notice the outline of her nipples in that thin cotton shirt she had on, but the dampness from the steam left me with no other choice but to do something about it.

I swear I had no fucking intention of dragging her into this bathroom.

I was going to stay in the guest bedroom and keep my hands to myself. I know I can't control my thoughts that always end up with the two of us horizontal, but I thought I had better control over my actions.

Seems I'm a failure at that as well, but with her standing here blinking up at me expectantly rather than shoving at my chest and leaving the bathroom, I don't think I can call this a failure either.

"This was driving me crazy," I say, sweeping my thumbs over the peaks of her nipples, the cotton of her shirt still separating us from skin-on-skin contact.

"You're naked," she whispers, her hands clenching in fists at her sides rather than running over my body.

"Do you shower with clothes on?" I joke.

"Mac," she whispers, but she doesn't argue when I tug up the hem of her shirt.

"These tits," I say once the fabric is clear of her body.

I toss it to the floor where my own clothes were discarded before cupping both breasts in my hands.

She moans as her head tilts back, eyes closed as if the warmth of my hands on her skin is all she's ever wanted.

We shouldn't be doing this.

I shouldn't have knocked on her door and asked her to let me stay here.

The most fucked up part of it all is that I don't know that I wouldn't have ended up right here even if the bed at the hotel wasn't horrible.

I can't seem to get her out of my mind, and I know how dangerous that is. I know what it could mean, and although I've fought against it as much as I can, I'm still standing in her guest bathroom, steam from the shower swirling around us as I lower my lips to her skin and suck the tip of her nipple into my mouth.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, and instead of shoving me away, she's pulling me closer. This woman is addictive, a firecracker waiting to explode, and I'm loving every fucking minute I get with her, even when she's barking and nipping at me like an angry dog protecting its territory. If anything, that turns me on the most.

With my mouth still latched on her breast, I shove down the sleep pants she's wearing, gripping a nice handful of each ass cheek. I swear I could lift her up, press her back to the wall, and shove my cock right into her tight pussy.

"Join me in the shower, baby," I say instead because I came straight here after work instead of back to the hotel to bathe.

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