Page 31 of Hard Rock Deceit
I came back to myself with a start. I snapped myjawshut.
No. There was no way I was going to stand here ogling August's naked body, as indistinct as it may be. He hadn't yet realized I was standing in the doorway. I could still get away without causing an embarrassingscene.
August grunted again. His head was bowed, one hand against the shower door. I caught the motion of his other hand, sliding up and down, his fingers curledaround—
I swallowed asqueak.
Ohmygod.
Thesizeof him was… breathtaking. Literally breathtaking. My body instantly responded, breathing turning shallow, as if I couldn't get enough air into my lungs. My belly tightened. My inner musclesquivered.
He let out a quiet curse. I stood frozen as his hand sped up. Faster and faster it went, muffled sounds leaving his lips. With a final choked sigh, his handstopped.
Without thinking, I whirled around and ran to the other side of the hotel room, heart pounding, fingers trembling. I dithered and paced and wrung my handstogether.
I'd just walked in onAugust…
I couldn't even think the words. It was mortifying and fascinating andhot as hell, and god, how I wanted to open the door and climb in therewithhim.
The showerturnedoff.
I hastily threw on my oversized shirt from the day before to cover myself. I was still only in my tank top and panties. I pressed my hands to my flushed cheeks. I had to cool down before he walked out and saw me thisflustered.
I'd just barely got my breathing under control when the bathroom door fullyopened.
With my back turned, I pretended to sort through the items in mysuitcase.
"You'reawake."
"Just woke up," I lied, trying to keep my voice steady, lest I betray myself. "You done with thebathroom?"
"Allyours."
I ducked my head and avoided his eyes as I brushed past him in the narrow hotel roomhallway.
August caught my hand,haltingme.
My breath hitched, flush immediately returning to my cheeks. The touch of fingers against my inner wrist had sparks flying through me. No doubt he felt my racingpulse.
I stared at the bathroom door, half of me longing for escape and half of me hoping he would neverletgo.
The door. My stomachdropped.
I'd forgotten to close it beforeIfled.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I waited long moments for him to say something. The silence washeavy.
He let go ofmyarm.
"I hung up my towel to dry," was all he said. "You can use the ones still folded on theshelf."
"Right," I croaked. "Thanks."
I dashed into the bathroom and slammed the door shutbehindme.
Clinging to the counter, I stared at myself in the mirror, brown eyes wide andfrazzled.
His scent clung to the steamy air. I breathed it in unwittingly. It didn't help calm me down. If anything, it fanned the flameshigher.
