He turned into the water, and she helped him work the lather out of his hair. When they were both soap free, he took her into his arms and stared into her eyes, his own smoldering.
She caressed the corded muscle of his neck, the sinew of his bulging biceps, and the strong lines of his back. His mouth lowered, as if in slow motion, until his lips touched hers.
Though it lacked the fervency and possessiveness of their earlier kisses, it was beautiful. It was timeless.
Emotion as thick as the steam surrounded her.
God!
She pulled away.
What had she done? Emotion had no place here. This was an affair. No, not even an affair. A fuck. A one night stand.
“What’s wrong?” Michael’s hazel eyes widened.
Good lord, he was gorgeous, his now-clean hair slicked back on his head, his perfect face dripping with water.
Stacy turned off the faucet. “Time to get out. I’m wrinkled as a prune.”
“A beautiful prune.”
Without responding, she stepped out of the shower, wrapped herself in a towel, and threw one to him.
“Thanks.” He wrapped the towel around his waist.
Why did he have to look like a Greek god? Or an Italian god? The stark white of the towel contrasted with his olive skin. So beautiful.
He grabbed another towel and started rubbing his hair. “Why so quick to get out?”
Stacy cleared her throat. “No reason. Other than
I have a conference to attend today. I’m sure I’ve already missed the first few workshops. I have no idea what time it is.”
“I don’t either.” He grinned. “And I don’t care.”
“Well, I do. This is my business.”
“It’s my business too, remember?” He launched the towel he’d used on his hair onto the shower rim. “Is there anywhere you absolutely have to be today?”
“Well, I have a book signing tomorrow, but today, no. I’m not required to be anywhere. But I should—”
He touched his fingers to her lips. “I have two photo shoots tomorrow, but I’m free as a bird today. So I have a suggestion.”
Her lips tingled from his soft touch. With a shiver, she said, “What?”
“Take the day off. Play hooky with me.”
“Hooky?” What was he? Fifteen?
He laughed. “Yeah. Hooky. Let’s be immature for the day. There’s something I’d love to share with you. One of my favorite things in the world.”
“Oh?” Her curiosity was piqued. “What’s that?”
“Sky diving.”
Chapter Six
“Are you out of your fucking mind?”