Page 28 of Delta: Retribution

CHAPTER TWELVE

The easiest thing to do was to leave her phone in her car. That way the temptation to answer Trace’s calls would be less. She shed her clothes while walking toward the bathroom and turned the water on as hot as she could stand it. She grabbed her iPod and stuck it in the dock, letting music fill the bathroom.

The protective cocoon of water enveloped her. The shower speakers swirled music in with the steam. Sinking down, she sat on the floor and let it pour overhead. Marlena flipped the knob on the tub and let the water start to fill it.

Trace wasn’t the only reason she was glad her phone was in the car. Since she had a working cell again, friends had been calling, asking her to go out. Without thinking, the automatic answer had been no. Every time. Her abduction had turned her into a homebody. Home was comfortable. Safe. No parking lot for her to be easy pickings for kidnappers. The four walls were almost reassuring.

She turned off the water, content to sit in the bath. Sighing, she opened her eyes.

Trace was there, in her bathroom—she could see him through the semi-sheer shower curtain. He had a T-shirt, jeans, and a body that turned her on in an instant.

“Hey!” She covered her breasts with her hands, which was absurd because he’d seen every inch of her naked body. Hell, he’d kissed it too. “What are you—?”

“No way, Cinderella. No way can you say something like that and hang up.”

She shrugged, watching him take off his shirt. The heat in her body intensified. “Trace—”

“You’re falling for me?”

“Maybe.”

“Don’t backtrack now.”

“Then, yes. Which is why you should leave.” Because if he didn’t, she was going to pull him into the bath. Then she’d fall harder.

“That’s not very smart.”

“Tell me about it.” She grabbed a pink loofah puff and threw it at him.

He’d turned her music off and was pulling off his belt. “I have my own issues.”

“This bath isn’t big enough for us both. You should keep your clothes on.”

“You can barely breathe right now.” He dropped the belt on the ground. “And I can’t stay away.”

She shrugged. “So we have good sex.”

“Great sex.”

“Great sex.” Her clit throbbed, knowing how close he was. “Doesn’t change the fact that it’s a small tub.”

He dropped his pants and stood in front of her, fully erect, long solid shaft palmed in his strong hand. His gorgeous physique towered so close she shuddered. His thighs were ripped. How was that even a sexy part of the body? All that muscle made him a powerhouse. He could drive and thrust. Her legs could wrap around his hard body and feel as though they were meant to be there.

Trace grabbed her out of the tub, making her feel light as the towel wrapped around her. His rough hands dried her haphazardly, feeling her up, massaging her body more than they wicked away water.

“Sexiest thing I’ve ever touched,” he growled in her ear as the towel fell to the floor.

He grabbed his wallet, found a condom, and rolled it on. Again, lifting her as if she were air in the steamy bathroom, he had her pinned against the door. Towels hung behind her, Trace stood in front of her, and her arms locked around his neck. His cock pressed at her entrance. Tenderness made her hurt but still crave more than just a tease, reminding her he’d just been in her, making her moan and come.

“Mar, you’re the only thing that clears my head.”

She nodded. “Me too.”

Her lips found his neck, and she rocked her hips. Trace pushed into her, thrusting, and her mind stilled. Every sore muscle remembered how he felt inside her. She hooked her legs behind him and bit his shoulder, meeting each push into her.

“Goddamn, girl.”

“Harder. Please.”

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