started laying him with her eyes. Why, again, did he turn her down? He couldn't quite remember his reasoning behind that decision.
Jesus, he needed a cold shower, and maybe another dip in
Elliott
Bay
. Something, anything to get JT Turner out of his system. Aside from the obvious.
He looked down at his damp clothes. At least they were almost dry. But a nice hot shower sounded awfully tempting. "My turn in the shower."
The door flew open and her head poked out, her eyes wide. Her wet hair clung to her cheeks, dripped on the floor. "What did you say?"
He blinked at her reaction. Did she have something against showering? If she wanted to conserve water, they could always shower together. It didn't matter that she'd already had one. For what he wanted to do, they wouldn't be in the shower too long before finding their way to the bed to lick every drip of moisture from her tantalizing flesh.
He growled low in the back of his throat. That's the way to get over your urges, Weber. Keep thinking like that and you'll be lifting cars for the rest of the night. "Shower?"
"My shower is only big enough for one."
Her comment threw him. Was she inviting him? Telling him no? He couldn't figure this woman out. Before he could stop himself, he jumped right in with both feet. "Perfect. For what I have in mind we'll only need the corner."
She appeared shocked, but only for a moment. Then she arched her brow. "And what did you have in mind?"
"I want you."
"Really? Well, it's good to want things."
"And you want me, too."
"Maybe so. But you've made it perfectly clear, Weber. I'm not an idiot."
"I never said you were."
"You had your chance and you turned me down flat. I don't need rejection twice in the same night, thank you very much."
Did she ever take a breath? "Turner."
"Can it. If you want a shower that bad, make it a cold shower, Spyman. Because this fish ain't biting." Her gaze drifted down to his groin, making him swell and push against the restraint of his pants. Then she made a whimpering sound again.
Goddamn if that noise didn't cause his insides to spin, him to grow to an unbelievably painful hardness.
"JT."
"No."
Dan didn't know if she said it aloud to convince him. Or her. She bent over and wrapped her hair up in the towel, tucked the end in the back. "It's obvious we're attracted to each other."
She kept her head down, hiding her expression behind the towel turban. "We don't need to act on it."
His lip curled into a grin. But he did want to act on it. He wanted to explore her with his hands, his mouth, inch by inch, until she writhed and whimpered. Only then would he take her ripe clit into his mouth and tease her until she cried out. But he wouldn't stop at just one. No, he'd want her to come for him. Over and over. Until they both passed out.
Which, judging by the day thus far, wouldn't take long.
He folded his arms and leaned up against the wall. "We're both adults."
She straightened and stepped out into the room. She'd changed into a dark long-sleeved shirt and jeans. Her nipples stood taut against the tight material, and he knew they had to be aching for his touch.
He knew he ached to touch them, to taste them.
Get a hold of yourself, Weber . They couldn't act on their attraction. Not only was it a bad idea, neither one were in any shape to take on anything physical. And oh how we wanted to get physical with her.
"How's the shoulder?"
JT glanced at it as if she'd be able to see the wound through her sleeve. With a slight shrug, she brought her attention back to him. "I'll live. I planned to use a couple butterfly bandages to close it up, but it's too late. It's already started to scab over, so I just slapped a bandage over it."
Good. Keep her talking about something other than them together. He needed to keep his mind off of his undeniable need for her. "Do you want me to take a look at it?"
That would require her to remove her shirt. He'd start with examining her wound, then move on to other
Jesus, he needed a cold shower, and maybe another dip in
Elliott
Bay
. Something, anything to get JT Turner out of his system. Aside from the obvious.
He looked down at his damp clothes. At least they were almost dry. But a nice hot shower sounded awfully tempting. "My turn in the shower."
The door flew open and her head poked out, her eyes wide. Her wet hair clung to her cheeks, dripped on the floor. "What did you say?"
He blinked at her reaction. Did she have something against showering? If she wanted to conserve water, they could always shower together. It didn't matter that she'd already had one. For what he wanted to do, they wouldn't be in the shower too long before finding their way to the bed to lick every drip of moisture from her tantalizing flesh.
He growled low in the back of his throat. That's the way to get over your urges, Weber. Keep thinking like that and you'll be lifting cars for the rest of the night. "Shower?"
"My shower is only big enough for one."
Her comment threw him. Was she inviting him? Telling him no? He couldn't figure this woman out. Before he could stop himself, he jumped right in with both feet. "Perfect. For what I have in mind we'll only need the corner."
She appeared shocked, but only for a moment. Then she arched her brow. "And what did you have in mind?"
"I want you."
"Really? Well, it's good to want things."
"And you want me, too."
"Maybe so. But you've made it perfectly clear, Weber. I'm not an idiot."
"I never said you were."
"You had your chance and you turned me down flat. I don't need rejection twice in the same night, thank you very much."
Did she ever take a breath? "Turner."
"Can it. If you want a shower that bad, make it a cold shower, Spyman. Because this fish ain't biting." Her gaze drifted down to his groin, making him swell and push against the restraint of his pants. Then she made a whimpering sound again.
Goddamn if that noise didn't cause his insides to spin, him to grow to an unbelievably painful hardness.
"JT."
"No."
Dan didn't know if she said it aloud to convince him. Or her. She bent over and wrapped her hair up in the towel, tucked the end in the back. "It's obvious we're attracted to each other."
She kept her head down, hiding her expression behind the towel turban. "We don't need to act on it."
His lip curled into a grin. But he did want to act on it. He wanted to explore her with his hands, his mouth, inch by inch, until she writhed and whimpered. Only then would he take her ripe clit into his mouth and tease her until she cried out. But he wouldn't stop at just one. No, he'd want her to come for him. Over and over. Until they both passed out.
Which, judging by the day thus far, wouldn't take long.
He folded his arms and leaned up against the wall. "We're both adults."
She straightened and stepped out into the room. She'd changed into a dark long-sleeved shirt and jeans. Her nipples stood taut against the tight material, and he knew they had to be aching for his touch.
He knew he ached to touch them, to taste them.
Get a hold of yourself, Weber . They couldn't act on their attraction. Not only was it a bad idea, neither one were in any shape to take on anything physical. And oh how we wanted to get physical with her.
"How's the shoulder?"
JT glanced at it as if she'd be able to see the wound through her sleeve. With a slight shrug, she brought her attention back to him. "I'll live. I planned to use a couple butterfly bandages to close it up, but it's too late. It's already started to scab over, so I just slapped a bandage over it."
Good. Keep her talking about something other than them together. He needed to keep his mind off of his undeniable need for her. "Do you want me to take a look at it?"
That would require her to remove her shirt. He'd start with examining her wound, then move on to other
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