Название: Firewolf
Автор: Jenna Kernan
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781474061940
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He busied himself filling his camel pack and then checking the landline, which was dead. The security system was not yet functioning, though the metal gate across the drive was locked. Unfortunately, the wall was not finished and a temporary road had been graded beyond the gate for construction vehicles to complete one of the most expensive homes in Arizona—and the only one that broke the ridge. Was that why they had blown it up?
They’d achieved a two-for-one, endangering the affluent community in the valley, as well.
He searched the cupboards and refrigerator. The refrigerator had bottled water, some of those sixty-four-ounce soda-fountain drinks and leftovers from lunches, some fruit, two half sandwiches—one meatball and one roast beef that smelled edible. On the counter he found chips.
Dylan arranged some of the food on the kitchen table and listened but did not hear the water running.
“You done?” he called.
“I didn’t start yet.”
“Why?”
“No soap.”
Meadow called from the shower. “Is there soap out there?”
He searched and came up with a bottle of liquid hand soap and was halfway down the hall when he paused as all kinds of erotic images flooded him.
Dylan debated his options. Sex meant nothing to her. He patted his front pocket where his wallet held two condoms. He had principles, but he was still a man.
“Dylan?”
“I found some.”
He stepped into the steaming air of the bathroom. The glass door gave him a pretty fair image of what she looked like naked and wet. He growled and lifted the soap over the top of the glass barrier.
“There are no towels,” she said, accepting the soap and then tipping her head back to let the spray of water cascade over her crown.
“They’re in the linen closet in the hall.”
She rolled back the shower door. He didn’t look away.
“So, do we have a bed?” she asked. She was so casual about her body and sexuality. Do we have a bed?
“There’s only one.”
“That’ll do.”
Now his skin was prickling and his body responding to the possibilities she raised.
“Is that all you ever have on your mind?” he asked.
She faced him, pressing herself against the glass, giving him a view he would never forget. “Only since I met you.”
He didn’t believe it, but he found himself growing hard.
“Why don’t you step in? I’ll wash you off.”
“Meadow, I don’t even know you.”
“You will if you get in here.”
Dylan untied his boots and stripped out of his clothing. He retrieved his wallet and one condom. Then he ignored his conscience, slid back the door and stepped into the shower with Meadow.
“Man,” she said, her smile widening. “You are fine to look at.”
“You sure about this?” His body pulsed with need.
“Totally.”
He’d never slept with someone who said totally. It wasn’t right. Dylan dropped the condom onto the tiled shelf and closed the shower door.
“I thought I had burned my back in the shelter.” He presented it to her. “But I don’t feel any burns.”
Her hands caressed his shoulders as the water pulsed on his skin.
“Perfect,” she said. She soaped him and lathered his skin from his neck to the back of his legs while his body built to a thrumming need to touch her.
Meadow’s hand slipped down his arm pausing at the tattoo.
“I like this. It’s well done. That’s a medicine shield. Right? And eagle feathers?”
He nodded, watching her as she traced the design.
She slipped around in front of him and repeated her ministration on his chest.
“I’ve wanted to touch you since I saw you with that ax. Then you were on top of me and I could barely breathe.”
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