wish.
CHAPTER 6
Was it possible he’d died and gone to heaven? Or
maybe he was simply dreaming. Luke buried his face in Sabrina’s
silky hair and breathed in her powdery scent. If not, there must be
some doozy of an explanation for why she was in bed with him. He
would never let that happen outside of his fantasies.
Whatever the reason, he refused to ruin a perfectly
good dream dissecting the how and why of it. Only a fool would deny
himself the chance to enjoy the inexplicably real feel of her
curves pressed against his naked body and her incredible scent in
his nostrils.
He pressed his morning erection against her soft
bottom and froze when she whispered, “Are you awake?”
Okay, so it wasn’t a dream. All the reasons for
Sabrina’s presence flooded back as the pain in his ankle and wrist
reminded him of the previous day. Maybe if he pretended to be out
cold, he could slip back to sleep and enjoy holding her for a few
minutes without any guilt-pangs ruining the experience.
He slowed the rise and fall of his chest to deep,
steady breaths and basked in the pleasure of her cuddled in his
arms.
“I guess not,” she murmured as she gently extricated
herself from his clinch and flipped her half of the sheet over him.
A minute later, the radio he kept on the shelf over the toilet
turned on along with the water in the shower.
Luke rolled onto his back and imagined Sabrina
dragging his T-shirt over her head. The glass stall clicked shut
inside the bathroom, and, for some strange reason, the sound of the
water and the music grew louder.
He pried his eyelids up just in time to glimpse
Dusty’s tail squeezing into the bathroom. Sabrina must not have
closed the door completely. Once the dog’s body set it in motion,
gravity in the settled old house finished pulling it open.
Luke reached over his head in a long stretch and
stiffened.
Holy crap . The large mirror above the dresser
sat at exactly the right angle to allow a clear view of the mirror
over the bathroom sink. Talk about perfect triangulation.
He couldn’t help staring at Sabrina’s reflection
dancing in the shower as she soaped her breasts and wiggled her
hips, singing along with an old Rod Stewart song.
As the dog scampered back out of the bathroom, Luke
scooted further up in the bed to improve his perspective and
murmured, “Dusty, you brilliant puppy, you’re gonna get an extra
dog biscuit for this.”
In fact, if the mutt promised to open the door every
morning, he might even let him sleep in the bed.
Sabrina’s sudsy hands slid up and down her
glistening body in time to the beat as she dipped into a deep knee
bend and gyrated her way back up, singing, “ Tonight’s the
niiiight ....” Shimmy, shimmy—bump—grind.
He shifted his hips and groaned. Sabrina’s slinky
figure wiggled more seductively than any silicon-boobed stripper
he’d ever seen dance. And in his line of work, he’d seen plenty.
She might not have the overly voluptuous body of an exotic dancer,
but she certainly had the moves down pat.
Maybe he’d fallen back to sleep and actually was dreaming.
Evidently, his father’s beating hadn’t been enough
of a lesson on what it meant to be a gentleman. Otherwise, he would
tell Sabrina about the front row seat he had for her sexy shower
dance.
Then again, with the way she’d been coming on to
him, she’d probably turn up the heat on her performance.
Of course, he could simply not watch.
Right . He snorted. That was like telling
himself not to look down at the pavement while talking a jumper off
a ledge.
No matter how hard he tried to drag his gaze away
from the mirror, it insisted on darting right back to it. Even
Dusty chewing on the corner of the sheet wasn’t enough to distract
him for more than a second.
Maybe he should’ve let Sabrina talk him into buying
a shower stall with frosted glass, after all. At least it would’ve
distorted some of the details.
Once she finished shampooing her hair, she spun
CHAPTER 6
Was it possible he’d died and gone to heaven? Or
maybe he was simply dreaming. Luke buried his face in Sabrina’s
silky hair and breathed in her powdery scent. If not, there must be
some doozy of an explanation for why she was in bed with him. He
would never let that happen outside of his fantasies.
Whatever the reason, he refused to ruin a perfectly
good dream dissecting the how and why of it. Only a fool would deny
himself the chance to enjoy the inexplicably real feel of her
curves pressed against his naked body and her incredible scent in
his nostrils.
He pressed his morning erection against her soft
bottom and froze when she whispered, “Are you awake?”
Okay, so it wasn’t a dream. All the reasons for
Sabrina’s presence flooded back as the pain in his ankle and wrist
reminded him of the previous day. Maybe if he pretended to be out
cold, he could slip back to sleep and enjoy holding her for a few
minutes without any guilt-pangs ruining the experience.
He slowed the rise and fall of his chest to deep,
steady breaths and basked in the pleasure of her cuddled in his
arms.
“I guess not,” she murmured as she gently extricated
herself from his clinch and flipped her half of the sheet over him.
A minute later, the radio he kept on the shelf over the toilet
turned on along with the water in the shower.
Luke rolled onto his back and imagined Sabrina
dragging his T-shirt over her head. The glass stall clicked shut
inside the bathroom, and, for some strange reason, the sound of the
water and the music grew louder.
He pried his eyelids up just in time to glimpse
Dusty’s tail squeezing into the bathroom. Sabrina must not have
closed the door completely. Once the dog’s body set it in motion,
gravity in the settled old house finished pulling it open.
Luke reached over his head in a long stretch and
stiffened.
Holy crap . The large mirror above the dresser
sat at exactly the right angle to allow a clear view of the mirror
over the bathroom sink. Talk about perfect triangulation.
He couldn’t help staring at Sabrina’s reflection
dancing in the shower as she soaped her breasts and wiggled her
hips, singing along with an old Rod Stewart song.
As the dog scampered back out of the bathroom, Luke
scooted further up in the bed to improve his perspective and
murmured, “Dusty, you brilliant puppy, you’re gonna get an extra
dog biscuit for this.”
In fact, if the mutt promised to open the door every
morning, he might even let him sleep in the bed.
Sabrina’s sudsy hands slid up and down her
glistening body in time to the beat as she dipped into a deep knee
bend and gyrated her way back up, singing, “ Tonight’s the
niiiight ....” Shimmy, shimmy—bump—grind.
He shifted his hips and groaned. Sabrina’s slinky
figure wiggled more seductively than any silicon-boobed stripper
he’d ever seen dance. And in his line of work, he’d seen plenty.
She might not have the overly voluptuous body of an exotic dancer,
but she certainly had the moves down pat.
Maybe he’d fallen back to sleep and actually was dreaming.
Evidently, his father’s beating hadn’t been enough
of a lesson on what it meant to be a gentleman. Otherwise, he would
tell Sabrina about the front row seat he had for her sexy shower
dance.
Then again, with the way she’d been coming on to
him, she’d probably turn up the heat on her performance.
Of course, he could simply not watch.
Right . He snorted. That was like telling
himself not to look down at the pavement while talking a jumper off
a ledge.
No matter how hard he tried to drag his gaze away
from the mirror, it insisted on darting right back to it. Even
Dusty chewing on the corner of the sheet wasn’t enough to distract
him for more than a second.
Maybe he should’ve let Sabrina talk him into buying
a shower stall with frosted glass, after all. At least it would’ve
distorted some of the details.
Once she finished shampooing her hair, she spun
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