For Her Eyes Only by Shannon Curtis Page A

unbuttoned his shirt, peeling the cotton dress shirt off his broad shoulders, revealing well-defined biceps and pecs. And a whole lot of manly, naked, gorgeous torso.
    Holy sh — Vicky stepped on the other heel, and pain stabbed the ball of her foot. “Shoot.”
    Ryan lifted his head, meeting her gaze as he slowly undid his belt. “Sorry? Did you say something?”
    She rubbed her foot as he rolled the belt in his hand, the leather taking on all sorts of sexy, naughty elements as it twined around his fist like a restraint. Oh, yeah, a restraint that he could...
    She blinked. “What? Uh, no. Not me. Nope. Nothing.” What? Had she said something? She couldn’t remember, she was too distracted with ogling the hunk.
    “I’m going to take a shower,” he said, and slowly, sexily lowered the zip of his fly.
    “Uh-huh.” She was incapable of intelligible speech. Stop staring at the man!
    Her eyes widened when she realized he wasn’t going to stop. His hands moved to slide inside the waistband of his black trousers, and he bent slightly at the waist.
    HOLY SH — She whipped around to face the bedside table, concentrating very closely on removing her watch and bracelet. She toyed with the items on the table, trying to give him enough time to get his naked ass into the privacy of the bathroom. She heard him moving around in front of the wardrobe, the sound of hangers rattling as he hung up his pants. Crap. Who knew he was such a neat freak?
    She tried to hum casually as she opened the top drawer of the table. Oh , look , a bible . She wasn’t really looking for a bible, but anything that would make her look busy without being obvious would help. She picked up the book and started leafing through the pages. He was still moving around in the room. How long did it take to shuffle that glorious butt off to a shower? Then she realized she was pretending to read a bible while a handsome, naked man stood just feet away. She hit her forehead against the thick tome. I need to get out more. And yet Ryan didn’t seem to suffer from any shyness with sharing a bedroom with her. Probably because he saw her as a friend. A mate. A bloody chum.
    “Do you need to use the bathroom?” Ryan’s deep, velvety voice whispered across the room to her.
    She jerked her head up and stared at the abstract painting above the bed. “No, I’m fine, thanks.”
    Moments later the click of the bathroom door echoed through the suite. Her shoulders sagged, and she dropped the bible. Okay. Sexy nude man gone .
    She turned around and listened. He was whistling. Oh , yeah. He was just as caught up in the sexual tension as she. Not .
    A moment later she heard the faucets turn, the sound of water running. He was stepping into the shower. She swallowed. All well-toned, muscled, six feet and three inches of him. Butt naked. Sexy. Wet. Images of what he’d look like, stepping under the spray, water running down that sexy chest, over the taut stomach and...further, flashed through her mind. She smacked herself lightly in the forehead with the bible again. She was drooling over Ryan. He was her friend, for crying out loud, and she just wanted to fling open that door and join him in the shower. She was not being a good friend, at all. Very naughty, in fact. She sighed. What she wouldn’t give to get naughty with Ryan.
    And he’d probably want to run as soon as the shower curtain opened.
    Damn .
    She only had a few minutes before he would finish in there and return. Ryan might like walking around the room without a stitch on, but she didn’t want to get caught in the buff. She hurried over to the tallboy to look for something to wear.
    She opened a draw and burrowed through it. Bras, panties, and some sort of shapewear that Jessica had told her was a must for some of the chosen outfits, flew over her shoulder as she hunted through the cavity. Her fingers finally encountered something soft, silken. She pulled it from the drawer and held it up, her jaw dropping.
    It