She pulled up the robe and belted it. If he even caught one glimpse of her scar, he’d start asking more questions she wasn’t ready to answer—like why she was calling herself “Sharon.”
She turned on the faucet and splashed icy water over her face. After drying her damp skin with a hand towel, she folded the cloth and set it over the edge of the bathtub. She tiptoed to the door and peeked out at Drew’sproneform.
Already shirtless, the faint light of a single lamp bounced across his rippling abs. With each breath, his chest rose as if proudly displaying his virility. Clad in only a pair of jeans, he laced his fingers behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. Was he having secondthoughtstoo?
Her gaze dropped to the thick bulge in his jeans. She squirmed, sliding her thighs together in an attempt to calm the flood of heat tearing through her core. If this was only about sex, then she wouldn’t hesitate to walk into that room and yank his pants off with her teeth. But after getting to know him a little more today, she didn’t want to hurt him. She had to find a way out of thissituation.
She pushed open the door. Drew’s bedroom eyes raked across herrobedbody.
“You’re not naked.” He archedabrow.
“Drew…”
He slid off the bed and prowled toward her. Before she could process what was happening, he’d pulled her tight against him. The animalistic glint in his eyes was her undoing. He gave her an incendiary look clearly devised to make any woman forget herinhibitions.
When he reached for the tie at her waist, she took a step toward him. It was all the encouragement he needed. As he slipped the robe from her shoulders, she backed toward the lamp. With a flick of her fingers, she plunged the room into absolutedarkness.
“I want to see you,” hewhispered.
“I’mshy.”
“Why? I think you’regorgeous.”
He pushed the cloth aside, leaving twin trails of molten fire across her belly and hips. He smoothed his hands down over herbuttocks.
“You’re so soft…” he murmured before grazing the top of her shoulder with his lips. His tongue darted out to trace a line across her collar bone. “…andsweet.”
“Oh,God.”
Her head lolled back as he nibbled the edge of her neck. The robe fell past her hips to pool at her feet. She kickeditaway.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he said. “From the moment I kissed you thismorning.”
“Me too,”shesaid.
“Iwasn’tsure.”
“I’m still not sure,” sheadmitted.
“You’re not?” He pulled back slightly. “If you want metostop…”
“No. I don’t want you to stop. But I’m not sure what thismeans.”
“It means we’re two, hot-blooded people who need each other right now. If you can’t handle meaningless sex, I get it. I’ll stop. But…” He traced the edge of her breast with his fingers. “…I don’t wanttostop.”
“I don’teither.”
“Then don’t,” hechallenged.
She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair and drew his face toward hers. When their lips met, the all-consuming need to forget everything but the play of his tongue across her mouth won. Every last thread of restraint unraveled as she gave herself over to himcompletely.
He drifted lower. As he kissed her neck and shoulders, she ran her fingers across the hard plane of his abs. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had touched her with such reverence, with suchintensity.
The tip of his tongue spread wet spirals across the tops of her breasts. She leaned into him. The support from his strong arms gave her a weightlessness she hadn’t felt in years. In all of her fantasies about Drew, she never imagined he’d be so sensual. The dichotomy between rough cowboy and gentle lover sent ripples of need across her glisteningflesh.
As his lips plucked one taut nipple into his mouth, she moaned. Coherent thought dissolved into sheer sensation. His hands scooped under her butt. He lifted her and carried her to the bed. After laying her down, he dropped to graze her belly with hischeek.
“I don’t know if I can hold back,” he whispered. “ButIwill.”
