She stepped into the water and trembled, her skin super sensitive. The memory of his hands on her, his chest against hers, his breath, was still strong.
Holding her face up to the blast, she hoped Wyatt was getting himself straight and heading back to the bar. When she got out of the shower, she wanted the place to herself. Evidence gone. Rigor would have a fit if he knew what she’d just done, so would Teddy for that matter.
After soaping up and rinsing, she stepped out and dried using one of Wyatt’s faded gray towels. She wrapped it around her torso and opened the door.
“Hey, hun, get your sexy ass in here with me.” Wyatt’s voice came from the bedroom.
What the—?
She frowned and walked through the kitchen, her bare feet padding on the lino. “Why are you still here?”
“It’s my place.” He laughed.
He was lying on the bed in nothing but black boxers, with his head propped on his hand as he puffed on a smoke.
“Your place that was given to me for the night.”
“Aw, don’t be like that, babe.”
She raised her eyebrows. “One fuck does not make us inseparable. Now get outta here.”
He sucked on his cigarette then blew out a thin white trail. “I don’t want to. I wanna stay here with you. You’re sexy, and you give me and my cock a good time.”
“I want to go to sleep, alone.” Her temper was rising, itching her nerves. “So if you could—”
Knock. Knock.
“Fuck.” Belle turned to the door. “Who’s that?”
“I dunno.” Wyatt swung his legs to the side of the bed and sat. He stubbed out his cigarette in a gaudy Las Vegas ashtray.
“You expecting anyone?” she asked.
“No. You?”
“No, of course not.” Her heart picked up a few beats at the thought of getting caught by Rigor with Wyatt lounging around in his underwear.
“Could be your brother.”
“That’s what I’m worried about.”
He shrugged. “Or Teddy. He seems super fucking obsessed with you.”
“He really isn’t.”
Shit. It was bound to be one of those two men.
“Stay here.” She pointed at Wyatt.
He stood and grinned, appearing to have no intention of doing as she’d asked.
“Damn it, I mean it. Just fucking stay in here and be quiet, will you?”
“Why? Like I said, this is my place.”
“That I’m staying in, and I cannot be fucking bothered to explain to my brother why you’re half naked in the bedroom.”
“If you can’t be bothered to tell him, I will.” He cupped his groin and waggled his eyebrows. “I couldn’t give a fuck what he sees or what he thinks.”