Authors: Cheyenne McCray
Wicked Magic (40 page)
The door to the bathroom opened, sending wafts of steam into the bedroom along with the clean scent of soap. Suddenly she didn't feel so tired.
Instead, her mouth watered and she could feel the ache in her nipples as they pressed against her bra. Daniel was rubbing a towel over his head and wearing another towel low around his hips. She'd never seen him in anything but jeans and shirts, and
oh, my God,
did he look delicious.
oh, my God,
did he look delicious.
Fortunately, he didn't seem to notice her panting or her tongue hanging out. Instead he went to his duffle bag, pulled out a T-shirt, and tossed it to her. “Will that do to sleep in?”
She caught it and he went back to towel-drying his hair.
She caught it and he went back to towel-drying his hair.
A little more and that towel around his waist would just slip off â¦
“The bathroom's all yours if you want it,” he said in his smooth drawl.
“Um, yeah.” She gripped the T-shirt tight against her chest. “Thanks.”
She darted into the bathroom, closed the door, and leaned against it. Crap. Daniel was bound to see how attracted she was to him, and even if he
was
interested in her, they couldn't do anything about it. And she wouldn't want him seeing herâor touching the twisted flesh on her back.
was
interested in her, they couldn't do anything about it. And she wouldn't want him seeing herâor touching the twisted flesh on her back.
Daniel's clothing and body armor were lying on the floor in a heap with the rest of his clothing and boots. She paused to look at the armor. This was what protected him when he was out on the job.
Ani fumbled with the vest Daniel had given her for protection. When she managed to get it off, she put it on top of his. She slipped out of her clothing and folded them on top of the marble vanity.
She climbed into the shower and let the warm water ease her tired muscles and relax the tendons at her neck. The hotel's almond-scented shampoo, conditioner, and soap were all relaxing.
Ani felt almost human again when she climbed out of the shower and toweled herself off. The hotel hair dryer was handy, so she used it to get her hair mostly dry. The shirt Daniel had loaned her to sleep in had “U. S. Marshal” emblazoned on the back. When she slipped it on, his masculine scent surrounded her. The shirt was so big on herâor she was just so small nowâthat it hung to mid-thigh. It was one of the most erotic sensations, to be wearing his T-shirt with no underwear. Nothing had happened, and nothing would, but she always had her imagination.
After hand-washing her bra and panties, she hung them over the shower curtain and picked up her blouse and slacks from where she'd left them on one end of the marble vanity.
She slipped into the bedroom, her heart thumping like mad. This was going to be so awkward.
She slipped into the bedroom, her heart thumping like mad. This was going to be so awkward.
But when she saw Daniel she had to stop and smile. He was passed out cold on one side of the bed, on his back on top of the bedspread. He wore a T-shirt that matched hers and a pair of jogging shorts, and one of his arms was resting across his eyes. She shook her head and went to the closet to hang up the blouse and slacks. She'd just have to iron out the wrinkles in the morning.
Before turning off the light beside the bed, she had to study him. He was even better looking than she'd remembered. All those muscles, sinewy forearms and carved biceps. She was so in lust.
And so in love.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
WICKED MAGIC
Copyright © 2007 by Cheyenne McCray.
Excerpt from
Moving Target
copyright © 2007 by Cheyenne McCray.
Moving Target
copyright © 2007 by Cheyenne McCray.
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