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For
a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Her heartbeat
picked up speed, wild, primal. She was naked.
He could see every inch of her, every flaw. But
her feet were rooted in place, preventing her
from striding back into the bathroom for a towel.
“What
are you doing here?” she croaked.
Jaxon’s
hot gaze slid over her, down . . .down. . . then
back up again, landing on her hardening nipples
and staying. His pupils dilated, and he swallowed.
“I came to talk.”
“My
breasts are flattered,” she forced out, “though
I doubt they can answer any of your earlier questions.”
His
eyes snapped up to hers.“You’re the one walking
around naked.”
“You’re
the one sneaking into other people’s rooms.”
He
pushed out a sigh as conflicted as hers had been
inside the shower. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I
shouldn’t have looked. I don’t regret it, though.”
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