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pack, dragging out a clean T-shirt and a pair of soft cotton boxers. As an afterthought, he pulled out a pair of socks, then turned back to see her finish off the second candy bar. He walked into the bathroom and set the items on the side of the sink before reaching into the shower and turning on the water, waiting for it to get nice and steamy.
    He moved back into the bedroom as she was snarfing the last candy bar. He tugged the wet jacket off her and hung it over the back of a chair, ignoring her squeak of protest. “Get on in there and climb in the shower, sweet thing…you’re as cold as an ice box. I left some things for you to put on. We need to get you dry and warm.”
    She had chocolate smeared around her sweet mouth like some small child caught gobbling chocolates, and something grabbed him inside his chest, making it hard to breathe. Anger at the woman having to starve…frustration at not being able to make it better. He watched her hesitate, then seem to make a decision as she rose from the bed and did as he ordered. She closed the bathroom door with a snap, and he waited until he heard the shower door slide shut. He tried the door and found it not locked, then he called out that he was just grabbing her wet stuff to hang it over the room heater to dry a bit.
    “Okay…” her voice sounded like she was shivering, and he opened the door enough to reach in and snag her wet things. But the sight of her naked body turning under the steamy spray made him forget his errand, and he stared at the rounded globes and the way her hands ran over them with a washcloth. He swallowed hard. Shit! She was just a bitty little thing, but that rack was enough to make his mouth water.
    After a full minute went by with him just standing there, holding her clothes, she said quietly, “That makes us about even. I stared, and you stared. Now go away and let me finish my shower, okay?”
    He felt enough hot blood leave his hard cock to fill his face, and he backed out of the steamy room, closing the door behind him.
     
    Holy fucking hell!
     
    He managed to shake out the wet shirt and jeans and drape them over the room heater at the foot of his bed. Her boots were sopping wet, so he set them next to the door on a section of newspaper, and then he picked up her bra and panties from the crumpled bedding and lifted them to his face, inhaling deeply before arranging them over the top of her other stuff.
    He let out a shaky breath. He’d never… repeat never …had a female affect him so much since he’d turned fifteen and had gotten his first piece of tail. The wonder of sinking hard and deep into a slick cunt had left him breathless and in shock…but nothing had quite affected him as deeply since. Until now . A pair of huge golden eyes…spiky wisps of dark blonde hair…a too-thin little body with breasts that were firm, round, and uptilted, with nipples that had stood out as she’d washed them.
    He clenched his teeth and swore softly as he pressed the heel of his hand over his cock, shifting it so it wouldn’t get pinched against his zipper. Shit. She was nothing like his usual type. He had a marked preference for round, leggy, lush red heads. So what the fuck had him all in a lather? Maybe it was because he hadn’t gotten laid in over a month. Yeah. That had to be it. He should have gone with Curley and joined the rodeo bunny party.
     
    Lily heard him call out from the other side of the door, and she was glad he’d been thoughtful enough to warn her that he was coming in. She could see him through the etched glass as he bent to retrieve her wet things, but then he’d straightened, and had simply stood there, staring.
    She had stiffened, damn well aware that he could see her as clearly as she could see him…and a little devil had prompted her to slowly run the soapy cloth over her breasts and belly as he watched. A tingle of naughtiness made her nipples tighten, and her clit grow needy. After all, turnabout’s fair play