Page 56 of Twin Threats In Austin
Would she let him in?
Could she?
Rochelle normally hada difficult time finding the right words. And yet, Camden seemed to understand her perfectly.
“Home sweet home,” he said as he pulled into his garage, parked, and then cut off the engine. A second later, he was at her door, opening it for her. She loved his chivalry.
Loved?
Hold on there. She was getting ahead of herself.
Rochelle didn’t do love. So she hopped out of the Bronco and headed into the town house. “All I need is a shower, a toothbrush, and a bed.”
“Take the main bedroom,” he said. “It’s more comfortable.”
“I’ll do okay in the guest room,” she countered.
“Trust me, you don’t want to sleep on a foldout,” he said. “Whereas I’m good anywhere. I’ll just grab my clothes and toothbrush and be out of your hair.”
The image of the two of them curled up in a king-size bed, naked and entwined, stamped her thoughts. She gave herself a mental headshake and then made a beeline for the staircase, picking up her overnight bag along the way.
Upstairs, Camden moved to the dresser before pulling out clean clothes.
“Why don’t you stay and take a shower in your own bathroom?” she asked. The image of his broad naked chest assaulted her. She cleared her throat to ease the sudden dryness.
“The other one is fine,” he said.
A growing part of her wanted to admit to the attraction simmering between them. Did he feel it too? The way he looked at her sometimes convinced her that he did. Would he allow himself to admit it even if it was true?
The man was the picture of professionalism. As he walked by her to leave the room, the back of his hand brushed up against her. Rochelle had never felt such an intimate moment with another person while having so many clothes on. Need welled up inside her, sending her pulse racing and warmth to settle in between her thighs.
Way to keep it professional, Paddock.
“Excuse me,” she whispered, unable to find her voice.
“My fault,” he responded. His gravelly voice traveled over her and through her. “I’ll be across the hall if you need me.”
Rochelle wasn’t about to touch that statement. The best she could do under the circumstances was muster a weak smile as she made a beeline for the master bath.
Camden’s hesitation didn’t help matters. Need rolled off him in palpable waves. Waves that called her toward him. She took a step backward until they were almost back-to-back. From here, she breathed in his spicy scent. It was earthy and warm.
Temptation drew her another step backward. Now, their backs touched. The man was tall, gorgeous, and pure sex.
Rochelle stood there for a long moment, allowing her senses to take him in.
She curled her free hand into a fist to stop it from reaching for him.
With a guttural groan, he summoned the strength to be the first one to walk away. Rochelle stood there, alone, listening to the sound of her frantic heartbeat as it rushed in her ears. For the first time ever, she’d been overcome with need, a need so strong it had taken over her body and soul. She should probably be very afraid of its power and yet she was drawn to it instead. Shewantedto be as close to Camden as she physically could.
The fact both surprised her and reassured her because she didn’t believe anyone could make her feel that way.
Had she been protecting her heart? Refusing to let anyone in? Reminding herself on an almost constant basis that she didn’t need anyone else?
Rochelle had no intention of standing there allowing those questions to dominate her thoughts. She was tired. She needed a shower. She needed to go to bed. If only to wake up with a fresh start, find Asher Foley, and then put this case behind her.
Could she do the same with Camden?
Chapter Twenty
