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T-shirt saturated and out of breath, I turn back for the bungalow. My mind is a little clearer, and I’m in desperate need of a shower. I walk inside to find Carlie’s back as she types away on her laptop, earbuds in her ears. She doesn’t notice me walk in, so I head for the bathroom.
Once I’m free of sweaty clothes, I step into the shower. The hot water is incredible over my aching muscles. I wash my body and hair before stepping out and wrapping a towel around my waist. I can hear Carlie’s music blasting through her earbuds from here. How loud is her music?
I grab my deodorant and apply it as she dances into the bathroom, twirling to whatever song is blaring in her ears. She doesn’t see me until she swings back... In her underwear.
She stumbles to a halt with a gasp. “What the fuck?”
Not attempting to cover up, she glares at me as she pulls one earbud free.
“You dance around almost naked most days, or today a special occasion?” I give her a smile.
She plucks the other earbud from her ear and places them both on the vanity. Hands dropping to her hips, her eyes narrow under lowered brows.
I can’t take my eyes from her stunning curves, the red lacy underwear that accentuates her shape. Ample breasts, pushed up in the lacy bra, bounce, as she steps into my space.
All sass, this woman.
“For your information, there is nothing special about this situation or today.”
She runs a finger from my clavicle to my belly button. My cock is rock hard instantly, blood thunders through my body, every inch of my body alive with her proximity.
She tilts her head. “And it will be a cold day in hell when those mitts touch this body. Freezing. Arctic. Fro?—”
I catch her face in my hands, and my mouth is barely an inch from hers as I say, “What if I like the cold, Princess?”
She rears back, her palm connecting with my cheek a second later.
Chapter 17
CARLIE
Ishouldn’t have done that. My palm burns, and I shouldnothave done that. Lawson stares at me, unmoving, as I wait for his anger.
None comes.
Instead, he turns his head so his other, non-reddened cheek faces me.
“Need another go?”
I open my mouth to—apologize?
To take my hurt out on him? To...
He turns again and faces me. “I take it that name is what your dad used to call you.”
How thefuck?
It’s all I can do to nod. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised; he’s Mr. People Person, after all.
“I’m sorry he did that to your family, Carlie. Truly, I am. I can’t imag?—”
I press a finger over his lips and shake my head. His gaze drops to my mouth.
He’s standing in only a towel with water droplets scattered over his toned chest, shoulders, and arms. A girl could climb this man like a tree and never come back down.
Except I won’t.
I can’t.
