Page 23 of Just the Wrong Twin
Nate smiled. “I aim to please.”
“I owe you ten bucks,” she said, but didn’t look very upset about it.
“I cheated,” he confessed.
Sonia sat up, propping a hand on her hip. “How on earth could you cheat?”
“That’s my secret.” His gaze swept over her, still in her bra and her shoes, as enticing as any woman he’d ever seen.
That scar was odd, though…
“You still owe me fast and hard,” Sonia said, then got suddenly to her feet. She kicked off her shoes and kept her back turned to him, a sure sign that she knew he’d noticed the scar.
And that bothered her.
“Not in the next ten minutes,” Nate joked, sitting up and pushing a hand through his hair. He was a bit dizzy. “Maybe not in fifteen. You really nuked me.”
“I’ll wait,” Sonia promised with a heat that encouraged him.
“You’re still wearing your bra,” he said, rising to his feet and reaching for the clasp. She spun away from him and unfastened it quickly, seizing a robe at the foot of the bed.
She didn’t put it on fast enough. Nate saw that there was another similar scar below her bust, one that had been hidden beneath the elastic band of the bra.
What could cause scars like that?
He knew better than to ask, given how she tried to hide them. He was curious but it was her secret.
As if to make sure he couldn’t be tempted to ask, Sonia crossed to the washroom and shut the door behind herself.
Nate leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He remained where he was, still shaken from the power of his release. It had been good. Really good.
Totally been worth waiting for.
He might not be ready for round two anytime soon.
Then he heard the water running in the shower and turned to look at the closed door. Sonia had to be naked beneath the running water. There wasn’t much better than sex in the shower in his view. Suds and lather, water and slick skin, the perfection of Sonia and the way she kissed…
Nate rose to his feet with purpose and unbuckled his harness.
Maybe he didn’t need ten minutes after all.
* * *
Sonia feltas if she’d made a close escape. She stood in the shower and leaned her forehead against the wet tiles. Nate had to have seen at least one of her scars, but he hadn’t said anything and he hadn’t turned away.
Didn’t he find them repulsive? She did and she’d made the choice that created them.
What would she say if he asked about them? How would she explain without sharing the whole story and baring her soul to him? This was a hook-up, by mutual agreement. It wouldn’t be fair or right to dump a lot of emotional baggage on him.
Funny that she knew Nate would listen.
And he wouldn’t judge or find her at fault.
That was as seductive as his touch.
There was a soft tap at the door. “Need some help?” Nate asked, that thread of humor in his tone.
Sonia smiled. “I don’t find soap that complicated,” she said and he laughed a little.
