“What is it, Hugh? Am I late for breakfast?”
She thought she’d read something in the pamphlet about a buffet breakfast, not a sit-down meal. The clients and cowboys would have long nights, and many wouldn’t even make it to breakfast.
When he didn’t reply, she poked her head out, holding the shower curtain self-consciously across her body even though he’d had his tongue buried in her last night.
He sucked in a deep breath, holding her gaze. “You’re using the hibiscus.”
Any coal of heat left inside her swirled down the drain. Hugh had been with enough women that he recognized the scents the women used. Again, it bothered Sibyll to be one in a long line.
Hugh had changed clothes after he’d left. He wore a pair of dark jeans, boots and a simple white T-shirt that clung to his muscles. She dropped her gaze from broad chest to yummy hips, to worn brown boots then slowly made her way back up to his face.
Today his black and blue eye was a little less bruised, but green tinged the outer corner. He looked delicious and menacing as hell. She almost popped her head back inside the shower.
With a lazy movement, he hitched his leg upward and tugged off one boot. When the other hit the floor, there was no more guessing his intention.
He was getting in with her.
She quivered and tried to roll up in the shower curtain. He’d seen her nude, sure, but she was standing. Her heavy breasts drooped and it was impossible to hide that little pooch of fat around her waist.
“Let me wash your back, baby.” His jeans hit the floor, star-shaped belt buckle clinking.
God, he wasn’t wearing…underwear.
She gulped as his glorious cock sprang free, rigid and proud. A trim path beelined from his navel to his pubic hair. More hair coated his strong thighs, dark and sparser.
All man. Damn, he was a beautiful specimen.
Sucking in hibiscus-scented air, she withdrew her head and fought rising emotions. Panic mingled with raw desire.
Hugh stepped into the shower behind her, his big body crowding her out of the spray. He hooked an arm around her middle and pulled her back against his body, letting her feel every muscular inch.
Particularly the inches nestled against the seam of her ass.
He nuzzled her throat, and without thinking she angled her head to provide better access. When she started to wiggle against him, he rumbled appreciation and sucked on her neck for a dizzying, knee-melting minute.
Running his hand over her ass, he said, “Oh yes. Your back needs washing.”
“I think…it’s higher.”
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