the floor-to-ceiling windows, st
dache pounded against her skull. Her mouth tasted like dry cott
. The silk blanket slipped off her shoulders, and the
ta f
her throat as her eyes locked onto the dark, angry purple bruis
r stomach. A violent wave
ind. The smell of cedar. The scorching heat of s
ed the edges of the blanket and yanked it up to her chin, wrappin
t painting on the wall that belonged in a muse
ic
oor unlocking echoed like a
hard against the tufted headboard. She stare
into the bedroom as the door
tracing the deep grooves of his eight-pack abs before disappearing into the terrycloth. He was drying his wet bl
queezed shut. She couldn't look away fro
lowered the towel, and his eyes-cold, dark, an
zing. Krista's fingers dug so hard into the s
wa
mble that vibrated right through
oat. "Last... last night was an accident." Her voic
the floor, desperately sear
es. He tossed the towel onto a velvet a
ating scent of cedar and body wash wr
towering over her. He looked down at her
dent?" h
her knees, carefully avoiding the thick blanket she had wrapped around herself like a shield.
ngs. She pressed herself flat against the h
ed against the sensitive skin of her neck
ropping an octave, heavy with dark authority. "And
d rushed out of her head. She cou
hed a non-existent piece of lint off his
ice as he deliver
ake responsibi
n short-circuited entirely, lea
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