Page 64 of Covert Operation
“Good.” I hurry to the hall, ducking past him. “Thank you again.”
“Let me know if you need anything else,” Lydia calls after me.
“I will.” But I won’t. I know how to read a room, and that one is about to get very steamy, so I have no problem making myself scarce. I would want someone to do the same for me.
Rushing into the well-appointed guest room Lydia showed me earlier, I close the door behind me and go straight for the attached bathroom. I’m still a little flustered from the blatant way Christian’s gaze devoured her. As a result, I’m not really paying attention to much around me. So when I fling open the bathroom door and a wall of steam slaps me in the face, I’m a little thrown off.
But not nearly as thrown off as I am by the sight of a naked, wet Zeke stepping out of the shower.
“Holy crap.” The words slip out as a whisper while my eyes go all sorts of places they shouldn’t. And this time they’re the ones doing the devouring.
But while Christian’s gaze was intense and sexy, mine is more in line with a gaping fish. My eyes start to water because I’m not blinking and my mouth hangs open as the pajamas in my hands drop to the floor.
I was lucky enough to experience Zeke’s hard, heavy body against mine last night, but the amount of clothing between us left a lot of room for interpretation. And boy is there a lot to interpret.
“Uhhhh.” I can’t come up with anything coherent to explain my intrusion. I just keep staring at the monster between his legs. Zeke is big in general. He’s tall and broad and muscular. It makes sense all of him would be large, but this is…
Ridiculous.
Zeke’s brows pinch together in concern. “What’s wrong, Sweetheart?” He snags a towel from the bar on the wall and whips it around his waist. “Is everything okay?”
I mean…
“Yeah.” I get a whole word out before the hard plane of his abs and that scatter of chest hair make my brain go stupid again.
He steps closer, bringing the fresh scent of whatever body wash he just used along with him. It’s not the way he normally smells, but it’s still nice. Not as nice as everything else about him, but that’s fine. Probably better given the situation. I’d likely drop of an aneurysm if he also smelled divine.
“Are you sure?”
“Yup, uh-huh.” I lick my lips, eyes zeroing in on his nipples. Why in the hell do I find them so fascinating? Maybe because of the way he reacted the first time I accidentally touched one.
I guess it was theonlytime I accidentally touched one. And accidental is relative.
One big hand comes to brush my hair back, pushing it behind one shoulder. “Everything is going to be okay. We’re safe here. I promise.” His voice is deep and soothing. “Christian and his brothers have cameras set up everywhere. No one will get close without us knowing.”
I don’t care about any of that. Was what happened today scary? For sure. But I always knew I was safe. Always knew Zeke would do whatever it took to protect me.
“That’s nice.” I step closer to him, lured in by the temptation of his damp skin. The bandage on his shoulder is still there, but the waterproof seal around the edge is starting to loosen. I trace the peeling plastic. “Does this still hurt?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“That’s good.” I finish my path around the rectangle thenaccidentallykeep going, letting my finger trail across one well-developed pec. “Thank you for keeping me safe today.”
Zeke’s dark gaze is on my face. “I will always keep you safe, Savannah.”
“I know.” I lift my eyes to meet his and my breath catches, because the way Christian looked at Lydia has nothing on the way Zeke is looking at me now.
He’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters. The only thing he sees.
The only thing he wants.
Catching my hand, he pulls it from his body and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss to the center of my palm. “You should take a shower and get ready for bed. You had a long day.”
I nod in agreement. “Okay.”
He releases my hand and steps out of the room, giving me one more of those looks that has my body throbbing, before closing me into the space.
The air is still warm and damp from his shower, so I don’t shiver at all as I race to strip out of my dress and tights. I pause to switch on the water before peeling off my bra and panties. After quickly pulling my hair up at the top of my head, I step under the spray.