She stared at his taut abdominal muscles as they flexed and tensed, and at the line of hair leading from his navel to the waistband of his jeans.
Dear Lord above.
She cleared her throat. “What is it?” she asked. “The problem?”
“Hang on. Nearly…” He huffed and bent his knees, appearing to be battling with something.
And then the water stopped flowing.
“It’s off.” She gingerly removed the towel from the faucet. “Yep, it’s off.”
He slid from beneath the sink and stood. His jeans were sopping. “I’ll need to fix it properly, it needs a…” His gaze dipped down her body.
“What?” She swallowed and suddenly became hyperaware of her thin white dress clinging to her cool skin and her hair plastered to her cheeks. “What does it need?”
“You’re not wearing a damn bra under that dress.” A small line appeared between his brows.
She hitched in a breath and glanced downward. She may as well have been naked from the waist up. The white material had turned as sheer as the voiles and her small dark nipples were hard points jutting toward him.
“Fuck,” she muttered and pressed her left arm over her chest. “I … I should…” Her words ran out.
He took a step closer. “That was a mistake.” His voice was a deep growl.
She stared up at him. “What was?”
“Not wearing a bra.” He took her left wrist and tugged her arm aside so her nipples were once again visible.
She trembled. Not from the cool water covering her but from the flash of wild desire in his eyes. It was untamed and feral. She’d never seen anything like it.
“If I’d known that earlier, if I’d seen youlike thisearlier.” He paused. Swallowed. “I wouldn’t have been able to walk away.”
“I didn’t want you to.” Her heart was pounding. “On the beach. I didn’t want you to walk away.”
“Be careful, Leah.” He brought his face closer. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Leah knew exactly what she was wishing for.
Carter Harris. Naked. Inside me. Ruining me for all other men.
He cupped her face, holding her attention on him. “Say it.”
“What?” she breathed.
“Tell me what you want.” His jaw was tense, and his nostrils flared. “Now.”
“You,” she said softly. “I want you.”
He made a deep, primitive rumbling sound as his mouth hit down on hers. It was instantly a wild frantic kiss with slick tongues and fast, desperate breathing.
His hands were everywhere, tugging at her dress, pulling it up to her waist, and exposing her tiny white panties. And then his arms were around her, lifting her upward, moving backward. He didn’t break their kiss.
Her ass landed on the end of the damp countertop, and he nudged between her knees.
“I’m going to give it to you so good.” He cradled the back of her head and kissed across her cheek. “So damn good.”
She moaned at the sensual scratch of stubble on her neck as his lips moved downward. “Yes. Oh, but…”
“What?” He paused and stared at her, deep into her eyes. “But what?”