happen to you on a slippery shower floor.” All the while his lazy grin lit up his handsome face. “Seems like we have some unfinished business in a shower.”
“Chad…no. It’s unethical. I’m a contestant. You’re a judge.”
“You’ll just have to disqualify yourself.”
He pulled down his jeans and boxers, leaving them in a heap. His arousal sprang forward, and Catie widened her eyes. Still gorgeous. Still huge. Still all for her.
He opened the shower door and joined her, crushing her to his hard muscular body. “Damn, you feel good, sugar.”
“Chad…”
His mouth clamped onto hers, and she was lost. The kiss fired her blood like nothing had before. His tongue tangled with hers, tasting, devouring, until she had to rip her mouth away to breathe. Embers smoldered between her legs. Chad gripped her breasts as he sucked on her neck, her shoulders.
“I need you.”
Need? He needed her? He hadn’t said he wanted her. He said he needed her. That had to be a good thing, right?
He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips, meeting his mouth again. The head of his shaft teased her entrance. Then, “Damn.”
“What?”
“Forgot the condom.”
“Oh.”
For a moment, Catie remembered the torn condom in Chad’s bedroom. She’d been so busy readying for the pageant, she hadn’t thought about that in days.
They were absolutely not having sex without a condom. She removed her legs from his hips and slid down his body.
In fact, they weren’t having sex, period. It would be unethical, and they had already engaged in behavior unbefitting a contestant and a judge. She needed to get dressed and leave.
Now.
If she didn’t, she’d fall right into bed with him—God, how she wanted to fall into bed with him—but Catie Bay was a good girl. She followed the rules.
Well, sort of.
She needed to get into her clothes and get back down to the party before anyone realized how long she and Chad had been gone together.
She pushed him away and left the shower stall, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her dripping body.
“Sugar, I can pull out.”
“This isn’t happening, Chad. It’s unethical.”
“It’s not like we’ve never done this before.”
“Before I wasn’t an official contestant. I am now, and this is unethical.” She dried off quickly with a soft hotel towel and wrapped her hair in another, trying to ignore her racing pulse, the flutter between her legs. “I’m getting dressed, and I’m rejoining the party. I suggest you do the same.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry I put you in this position. I should know better.”
Chad left the stall and dried off, deliberately, or so it seemed to Catie, wiggling his gorgeously-formed ass in her face.
“I’ve already lost points for my clumsiness at falling into that damn pool, and I—”
“You haven’t lost any points. Zach and Dallas won’t hold that against you.”
“I was in the middle of a sentence, Chad.”
“Sorry,” he chuckled, “ma’am.”
“So they won’t hold it against me. What about you?” She stared straight into his long lashed eyes.
“Sugar, there are tons of things I’d love to hold against you.” He moved toward her, his body dripping, but she wriggled out of his reach. “Tripping into the pool ain’t one of them.”
Catie took a deep breath, trying not to stare at his powerful thighs, the dark hair matted down by water. “I need to borrow your hairbrush.” Without waiting for an answer, she rummaged through his shaving bag and pulled out a brush. She brushed her hair quickly and fluffed it with her fingers. It would have to air dry. She pinched her cheeks and then left the bathroom to put on her clothes.
A few minutes later, she was clad in her black denims, red shirt, and ostrich boots. Much better than the bikini. Chad hadn’t left the bathroom. She had left the bikini bottom in the bathroom. Well, no harm done. She’d rather not see the damn thing again, anyway.
She left
“Chad…no. It’s unethical. I’m a contestant. You’re a judge.”
“You’ll just have to disqualify yourself.”
He pulled down his jeans and boxers, leaving them in a heap. His arousal sprang forward, and Catie widened her eyes. Still gorgeous. Still huge. Still all for her.
He opened the shower door and joined her, crushing her to his hard muscular body. “Damn, you feel good, sugar.”
“Chad…”
His mouth clamped onto hers, and she was lost. The kiss fired her blood like nothing had before. His tongue tangled with hers, tasting, devouring, until she had to rip her mouth away to breathe. Embers smoldered between her legs. Chad gripped her breasts as he sucked on her neck, her shoulders.
“I need you.”
Need? He needed her? He hadn’t said he wanted her. He said he needed her. That had to be a good thing, right?
He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips, meeting his mouth again. The head of his shaft teased her entrance. Then, “Damn.”
“What?”
“Forgot the condom.”
“Oh.”
For a moment, Catie remembered the torn condom in Chad’s bedroom. She’d been so busy readying for the pageant, she hadn’t thought about that in days.
They were absolutely not having sex without a condom. She removed her legs from his hips and slid down his body.
In fact, they weren’t having sex, period. It would be unethical, and they had already engaged in behavior unbefitting a contestant and a judge. She needed to get dressed and leave.
Now.
If she didn’t, she’d fall right into bed with him—God, how she wanted to fall into bed with him—but Catie Bay was a good girl. She followed the rules.
Well, sort of.
She needed to get into her clothes and get back down to the party before anyone realized how long she and Chad had been gone together.
She pushed him away and left the shower stall, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her dripping body.
“Sugar, I can pull out.”
“This isn’t happening, Chad. It’s unethical.”
“It’s not like we’ve never done this before.”
“Before I wasn’t an official contestant. I am now, and this is unethical.” She dried off quickly with a soft hotel towel and wrapped her hair in another, trying to ignore her racing pulse, the flutter between her legs. “I’m getting dressed, and I’m rejoining the party. I suggest you do the same.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry I put you in this position. I should know better.”
Chad left the stall and dried off, deliberately, or so it seemed to Catie, wiggling his gorgeously-formed ass in her face.
“I’ve already lost points for my clumsiness at falling into that damn pool, and I—”
“You haven’t lost any points. Zach and Dallas won’t hold that against you.”
“I was in the middle of a sentence, Chad.”
“Sorry,” he chuckled, “ma’am.”
“So they won’t hold it against me. What about you?” She stared straight into his long lashed eyes.
“Sugar, there are tons of things I’d love to hold against you.” He moved toward her, his body dripping, but she wriggled out of his reach. “Tripping into the pool ain’t one of them.”
Catie took a deep breath, trying not to stare at his powerful thighs, the dark hair matted down by water. “I need to borrow your hairbrush.” Without waiting for an answer, she rummaged through his shaving bag and pulled out a brush. She brushed her hair quickly and fluffed it with her fingers. It would have to air dry. She pinched her cheeks and then left the bathroom to put on her clothes.
A few minutes later, she was clad in her black denims, red shirt, and ostrich boots. Much better than the bikini. Chad hadn’t left the bathroom. She had left the bikini bottom in the bathroom. Well, no harm done. She’d rather not see the damn thing again, anyway.
She left
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