Listed: Volume II by Noelle Adams Page B

lovely and utterly tempting in a little tank-and-short set in a smoky
purple satin. There was nothing overtly sexy about the simple cut of the top or
shorts—he knew she wasn’t trying to turn him on. But the color highlighted her
fair skin and her shiny, tousled hair. The soft fabric looked like it wanted to
be touched and clung to the curve of her breasts. One thin strap was slipping
down her shoulder, and the slight flare of the shorts emphasized her hips.
    “Do
you?” she prompted, since he hadn’t answered her earlier question. She lowered
her eyes.
    Paul
tore his hot gaze away from her, reminding himself with ruthless determination
that she was seventeen, she was sick, and she wasn’t for him. “Sometimes,” he
said, finally answering her question. “But I was just going through some email
until you were finished in the bathroom.”
    “Oh,”
she said, slanting him a shy little look that was irresistible, tantalizing.
    He
cleared his throat and was glad the laptop covered his groin. His body had
leapt to attention in every way. “I need to shower after the flight too.”
    “Oh,”
she said again, this time with a different resonance.  “I’m sorry. I
should have let you use the bathroom first, since I took so long with my bath.
Was I too slow?”
    “No,
no. You weren’t slow at all. This worked out well. I wanted to clear out my email
anyway.”
    Emily
had walked over to her side of the bed and turned down the covers. “I’m going
to get a bottle of water,” she said, “Did you want one too?”
    “Sure.”
    She
padded out of the bedroom to get the bottles of water from the refrigerator in
the kitchen, and Paul took that opportunity to set down his laptop and get into
the bathroom before Emily could notice his physical condition.
    The
bathroom smelled like Emily—strongly like ginger and vanilla from her bath but
also a faint whiff of the herbal scent of her shampoo and the mint of her
toothpaste.
    He
turned the shower on hot and stifled a groan as he stepped under the spray. The
smell of Emily just intensified his arousal, as did the sight of her little
pink robe hanging from a hook on the door.
    With
the water beating down on him, he wrapped his hand around his erection and
pumped quickly, bracing himself with his other hand against the shower wall.
    He
tried not to visualize Emily, but he couldn’t seem to help it. He saw the
tumble of her hair around her face, the lush curves of her small body, that
irresistible expression in her blue eyes. He came, biting his lip to make sure
he didn’t make any noise.
    He
grabbed the soap and lathered himself up, thinking about Emily waiting out in
the bedroom for him, under the covers. He hadn't yet softened all the way and
was hard again by the time he’d rinsed off.
    Absolutely
disgusted with his body, which hadn’t been this out of control since he’d been a
teenager, he brought himself to another fast climax, this one relaxing him more
completely.
    He
felt better when he finally turned off the shower. He thought he might actually
be able to make it through the night without doing something unforgivably stupid.
    Emily
had turned off all of the lights in the room except for the lamp on his side of
the bed. He’d been hoping she would be asleep or mostly asleep when he came in,
but her eyes were opened and she watched him as he walked over and got into
bed.
    She
smiled, and he couldn’t help but smile back. Fortunately, his body seemed to be
satisfied for the moment. It didn’t do anything untoward, despite the fact that
he was wrapped up in her fragrance again as soon as he slid into bed.
    “Are
you tired?” Emily asked, when he reached over to turn off the light.
    “Yeah.
It’s been a long day. I’m sure you must be exhausted, since you’re still
recovering from the fever.”
    He
couldn’t see Emily’s expression very well in the dark, but there was a strange
resonance to the silence in the long pause that followed his words. She