One brow arched and he pushed off the wall, his predatory gaze sliding over her body.
Why wasn’t she embarrassed by his obvious perusal? Not that there was anywhere to hide. The clear glass was more a display case than any kind of shelter from searching eyes. And yet, his eyes on her felt natural. Easy.
Not at all the way she’d felt with other men, but then, she’d been working outside the norm from the word go that morning. She should stop making the comparisons.
“Hmm. Clarity looks good on you. Maybe I could use some too.”
This time it was Megan’s mouth that tipped. Definitely. This guy needed to have the fire inside him doused. “You think?”
Connor’s hands were on his half-open fly, finishing the job she’d started down in the entryway. And then he was stepping out of his tuxedo pants, leaving them in a heap on the floor as he took a step toward the shower.
Megan’s mouth dropped open as she realized just exactly what she’d been inviting.
Was her brain ever going to work right again?
His hands moved to the black boxer briefs straining atop the force of his erection. Those went next, and then he was completely, mouthwateringly naked. His body more beautiful than her fantasies could have imagined. And he was closing the distance between them. Coming for her. Opening the glass door, his eyes blazing hot enough to make her body burn even under—
“What the—?” he barked out as he hopped into the far corner of the shower.
Megan knew she probably shouldn’t have laughed, but there was something decidedly satisfying in, for once, not being the one caught off guard. And the stunned confusion etched across the frozen mask of Connor’s face was simply too irresistible.
The rapidly thawing mask of confusion.
“You did that on purpose,” he charged, maintaining his position beyond the stream of water.
“You said you wanted the clarity,” she answered, her body going alert as his focus narrowed on her breasts and then lower. They were both naked. Standing at opposite ends of the oversize stall. The second Connor grabbed for her, she darted out the door, laughing. “Who was I to stop you?”
A deep growl sounded behind her as she reached for the plush warmth of the robe folded over the lip of the tub. Wrapping up, she turned back to the shower and froze. Hands flat against the wall above the tap, muscles flexed and straining, Connor, braced beneath the spray as the cold beat over his body. Then with a shake of his head, he focused on her where she stood beyond the glass.
“I’ll be honest, this doesn’t work as well as I’d expected it to.”
“My thoughts exactly,” she answered, half mesmerized by the picture before her.
“Megan, I’m trying really hard to stay where I am right now, but if you don’t walk out that door, I’m going to walk out this one and put you against it.”
Her mouth fell open.
First the couch. Now the door. It was as if he had seductive superpowers with his ability to infuse the most mundane household objects with deviant potential.
“Or maybe that’s what you’re waiting for.” The promise in his voice was what had her feet moving past the threshold, where she dared one glance back at Connor, who stood watching her, his expression dark, smile wiped clean from his face.
* * *
Connor’s palm hit the tile with a wet smack as he swore under his breath.
Tempted as she was, she wouldn’t take the risk.
Grabbing the soap, he scoured his body with rough strokes, using the task to give himself the time he needed to work through his options.
But damn it, none of them were going to give him what he wanted. Megan coming home with him.
Sure, he was fairly certain, even though it went against her general morals, if he offered Megan no strings, he’d have her beneath him before the water dried from his body. But he didn’t want a single night with her. And he wasn’t after the dog-and-pony show of dating either. Even with someone like Megan, he didn’t want to sink another year into a relationship lacking the authenticity of people who knew they were in it for more than a three- or four-hour window at a stretch. He didn’t want to see her at her best. Primped and prepared for some night of romance. He didn’t want to be waiting for the real to start.