As he glanced into the mirror, he watched as she held on to the edge of the dresser and bent forward to pull her strappy sandals off. Her dress rode up in the back, giving another view of her perfectly-toned legs. He jerked his gaze back up to her face as she turned around. Without her shoes giving her the added few inches, she appeared even more petite. Taking in her lacy dress embroidered in butterflies, it struck him that was what she reminded him of. Beautiful, but oh, so delicate.
He turned quickly and stalked into the bathroom with his bag in hand. After shutting the door and starting the water, he pulled off his suit coat and dress shirt. Staring into the mirror, his thoughts tangled. The day had not turned out at all as he expected… or planned. Being forced to go through with the sham ceremony had certainly not been what he thought would happen, but he was impressed with how easily Lynn adapted to their ever-changing situation. And, once they snuck inside Errol’s office, she’d impressed him further with her quick thinking in searching the room and finding the extra files.
Dismissing her as delicate might not be right. Somehow, she managed to be both delicate and tough. Glancing back into the mirror, he held his gaze and whispered aloud, “But not for you.” He sighed heavily. His constant mantra of not looking for a relationship was beginning to sound old even to his own ears.
Stepping under the stream of water, he quickly washed away the nervous sweat from the day. If I was this nervous at a pretend wedding, what would I be like at my real wedding? Washing his hair, he tried to imagine what his real wedding might look like, but he could only come up with Lynn’s beautiful face staring up at him as he slid a ring on her finger.
His cock twitched at the thought, and he considered using his hand to relieve the sexual tension that had been building for hours. Giving in to the battle, he stroked himself as he continued to see her face in front of him. The idea of her gloss-slicked lips around his cock before he pulled her up and slid into her warm sex had him coming quicker and harder than he ever had. With his hand pressed against the tile, he emptied himself, the still-warm water washing away the evidence of his arousal.
Resting his forehead against his hand, he dragged raspy breaths into his lungs. Reality slowly crept back into his consciousness, and he jerked his head up and looked toward the door, ascertaining it was still closed. Jesus, was I quiet? He had come so hard he could not remember if he groaned aloud or if it was all in his mind. Shit! I hope she couldn’t hear anything!
Rinsing off, he flipped the faucet and stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a thick towel, he quickly dried his body before pulling on a comfortable pair of boxers and Navy sweatpants. He brushed his teeth and ran his fingers through his wet hair. His scar had healed nicely, and he was pleased that he had only felt a few minor twinges during the day. With another look in the mirror, he dug through his bag and pulled out a clean T-shirt. This is Lynn I’m with… not some girl in a beach bar looking for a SEAL to bang.
With his hand on the doorknob, he sucked in a deep breath, hoping she was buried under papers and had not heard his shower activities. Refusing to cower inside the bathroom, he threw open the door and stepped out into the bedroom. Glad to see it empty, he moved into the living area of the suite.
His gaze was automatically drawn to her. Instead of sitting at the desk, she had placed her laptop on the coffee table and was kneeling on the floor in front of it. With her thighs slightly raised, her ass was on delectable display underneath the soft material of her dress. Biting back a groan, he padded into the room. Moving first to the kitchenette, he grabbed a bottle of water. Glancing to the side to see that she did not have anything, he reached back into the refrigerator and grabbed another one and set it on the coffee table near her. “I know we drank a lot this evening, so make sure you stay hydrated.”
She looked at the bottle and smiled, murmuring, “Thanks.”
Her eyes did not quite meet his, and he gritted his teeth, almost certain that she’d heard him in the shower and was now probably embarrassed. Trying to think of something to say, he blurted, “Did you get everything you wanted?”
Her gaze jumped to his face, her eyes wide. “Um… what I wanted?”
He could have sworn her gaze dropped to his crotch before a blush flamed across her face. “The computer records… from the chapel.”
“Yes!” she squeaked. She looked back down at her computer and cleared her throat. “Yes, yes. There’s not a lot that I’m going to be able to discern tonight, but I wanted to have a chance to make sure I had backup copies, and I’m also sending the pictures I took from the files in his drawer to my computer as well.”
“Good, good. Yeah… um… good.” Glad that she was still looking at her computer screen and not him as he rolled his eyes at his babbling, he leaned forward and snagged the remote. Turning on the TV, he lowered the sound. “Does this bother you? If it does, I can go to the bed—”
Her gaze shot up to his.
Fuckin’ hell! “Bedroom… um… I can go into the bedroom.”
Her lips twitched just before they began curving into a smile. “No, you’re fine. The TV doesn’t bother me and, well, I like your company.”
And just like that, her words soothed over him. Taking a long swig of water, he leaned back against the cushions, his gaze
