Cabin Fever by Alisha Rai Page B

a hand to keep Genevieve from helping. The determined expression on his face told her he wanted to try to do this on his own. “I’m okay. Just caught me by surprise. Point me to this shower of yours.”
    He walked stiffly and she was sure it wasn’t as easy as he tried to pretend. She led him to the back door and couldn’t resist laying a hand upon his arm when he entered. He didn’t protest the support since he was too busy looking around. “A sunroom? Was this added on to the structure? The front looks older.”
    She nodded and looked around the large room with its one wall of glass and comfortable chairs and furnishings facing the light. “Right before I was born. The bathroom too.” She gestured to the wooden door to the right and smiled. “Mom said she didn’t want her baby growing up with an outhouse.”
    Alex raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure that’s a sentiment most parents share. This room’s really pretty. If I were you, I’d live out here.”
    Genevieve shrugged. “Sometimes I do.” She led him to the bathroom and started the shower. When she turned around, he was leaning against the vanity for support. His boxers were at his feet and she was treated to one hell of a full frontal.
    Her face flushed, and he looked amused. “Sorry. You’ve been touching me for days. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal.”
    He’d been wearing something all this time though, whether it was boxers or a sheet. Plus, he’d been lying down. A bolt of lust arrowed through her. Genevieve had to fight to keep her eyes from skimming over his rangy legs, taut abs, long, thick…
    “Get in the shower.” She ignored his chuckle. Everything reminded her of sex all of a sudden, the showerhead, the mirror above the vanity, his big fingers as he grasped the shower wall for support. As he turned, she received the best present she’d ever gotten—her first look at the world’s finest ass. Hard and carved out of muscle, they were two perfect globes of sexy, droplets of water from the shower dripping down to crest over the brown skin.
    “Genevieve?”
    “Hunh?”
    His cheeks flexed, and the spell was broken. She looked up to find him grinning at her over his shoulder. “You want to touch?”
    No, she wanted to bite. Nom, nom. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Here, let me adjust that nozzle spray for you.” Without getting into the tiny cubicle, she stretched up so the water slicked over his head instead of his abdomen. A bit of the water ran down her arm, but she didn’t care too much.
    He made a low utterance of pleasure as the water cascaded over his hair, plastering the short strands to his skull. Genevieve tried to shake off her spell and leave, but he caught her gaze. “Can you help me soap up?”
    Argh. Was he trying to come up with ways to drive her mad? However, the suggestion made sense. What if he fell? What if his marvelous ass got just a wittle bit bruised? No, let his ass remain in her hands. “Sure.” She grabbed the bar with such enthusiasm it almost slipped through her fingers.
    “Do you want to take your clothes off and come inside so they don’t get wet?” His tone was so innocent, had she not become accustomed to the naughty sparkle in his eyes over the past couple of days, she might have been fooled.
    “I’ll manage.” Genevieve set the soap on the vanity, rolled up the sleeves of her shirt and picked up her shampoo bottle. “Let me do your hair first.” Safer.
    Or so she thought. The coarse strands were practically begging for her to linger, though she kept her motions brisk while she washed and rinsed his hair.
    Once that was done, she worked the soap into a rich lather and started at his shoulders as he braced himself on the shower wall. Had she not been touching him, she would have missed the fine tremors of strain running through his body. Not for the first time, she was impressed by his strength of will.
    Just as she had seen his body before, she had certainly touched