Waking Up Married(35)

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.