Page 37 of Cabin Fever Baby

I rolled my eyes. "No."

"I think you are." He leaned over and kissed me, achingly slowly compared to the wildfire we’d just been. "I think we need a shower."

I wrinkled my nose. "You're probably right."

He looked around a little helplessly and I realized he needed to take care of the condom. I laughed and hopped up, wrapping my blanket around me like a cape before crossing to grab a tissue from the box near the tree.

"Thanks." He grimaced. "The very unsexy part of the aftermath. Now I have to redeem myself." He lowered his shoulder and caught me by the arm with his free hand and tossed me over his shoulder.

I yelped. "Hudson! You have a concussion."

"Nah. Just a bad bump." He didn't stagger even a little as he headed for the stairs. "Sex revived me."

I held on as he took the stairs two at a time, bumping me the whole way.

"Where's the luxury shower in your sexy en suite?"

I got a good look at his exceptional backside from this angle. It seemed unfair that he’d be blessed both in the front and the back. “Straight ahead, end of the hall.”

He set me down at the doorway to the bedroom I was using and backed me into the bathroom, his dark eyes dancing with each step. He tugged the blanket away from me and tossed it over his shoulder. "Much better." His fingers traced down my shoulder all the way to my fingers as he tugged me closer.

I was well aware that he was much more in shape than I was, but the way he looked at me made the hesitation dissolve. I wasn't sure what had gotten into me earlier. It had been a damn long time since I'd been naked with a man and that bold Ocean was usually reserved for someone I'd been with for a long time.

Not a stranger.

Definitely not a hot stranger with a body made for fantasies and dark eyes that held laughter and sin at the same time. He couldn't possibly be real.

"Stop thinking," he murmured against my mouth. "We're stuck here in this great cabin, and there's no past or future—just right now."

I nodded. "Fair." I pressed my palm against his chest. The crinkle of hair made way for a downy texture as I wandered south. He was already semi-hard for me, his eyes hooded with desire.

He steered me to the glass walled shower. There was plenty of space in there for two—heck, more than enough for three or four, to be honest. His brow furrowed a bit as he figured out the fancy showerheads, then a healthy plume of steam filled the room, thanks to the overhead rain hood and body sprays that came at us from every angle.

I tipped my head back as the warm spray hit all the aches and pains from being far more active than I had been in nearly a year.

He spun me around and sunk his fingers into my hair until it was wet, then I heard the sound of a bottle as he sudsed up my hair.

I groaned. "Oh, you can't do this."

He laughed. "And yet, here I am."

"I'm going to have to marry you." I froze. “I?—”

Instead of being offended, he laughed and stroked my scalp slowly and thoroughly with his amazing fingers. "From themoment you rescued me in that fucking deathtrap of a car, I've been thinking about this hair. It was like a halo around you when I was so out of it."

My damn eyeballs rolled back in my head as he massaged my scalp. "I'm definitely no angel."

"I beg to differ." He eased me under the rain hood and the suds flowed down my shoulders and back. He was so gentle and yet firm. He rinsed my hair until the shampoo was gone and my hair squeaked.

Then came the conditioner and my whole brain ejected itself in pleasure at the warm water and tending. He left the conditioner in my hair and told me to keep my eyes closed as he soaped me up slowly and thoroughly from head to foot before turning me to face him. Then he started on the front of me. Soft fingers dipped between my thighs, teasing but not quite pushing me into that delicious tension. No, for now, it was just a soft recovery.

I hissed as he worked the lather up my belly to my breasts, lifting and cupping them in his big hands. I was so used to being in charge of everything—even Hudson’s recovery—that it was an effort to let myself enjoy the dreamy darkness as he learned my whole body. I eased closer to him as he tugged lightly on my nipples and the fuzzy bliss gave way to heated sighs. Before I could reach for him, he settled me under the rain hood to rinse.

I opened my eyes to see him taking care of himself as well. A grin slid across his face as the water sluiced over my face and skin, washing away the sweat and sex to return me to my lemon scent. He used the body sprays to clean up, darting away from me when I tried to help him out.

"That was for you," he said simply, and then he nudged me aside to rinse his hair. "I don't mind smelling like you now, though."

I raked my fingers through my hair. "I like how you smell."