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There was a clunk and then the sound of running water.
Megan turned around to face the living room and followed the sound to a room on her right. The oak door was open. She stopped in front of it and her eyes widened.
Sweet lord above.
He was nude.
Her heart pounded harder than her head and she told herself to look away.
Her eyes were having none of it.
They remained glued on the tall, luscious, naked warrior in the double-width shower cubicle. He had his back to her, sinewy muscles shifting with each move he made as he ran his hands through his overlong dark hair, slicking it away from his face. Oh my. Her cheeks scalded and her body followed suit, heating to a thousand degrees. The man was a god, from his long muscular legs, to the firm globes of his backside, right up to his strong back and powerful arms.
The lower portion of the glass door steamed up and stole away a slice of his beauty but still left the rest of him on show.
And what a delicious view it was.
She had to leave.
Megan frowned. Not yet. Just a few seconds longer. It wasn’t every day, or even every year, that she got to see living perfection standing only a metre from her.
Who knew when the next opportunity to ogle a real life gorgeous nude man would come along?
Probably never.
He pressed his palms into the tiles and hung his head forwards, under the steaming jet. Water rushed down his sexy back in a torrent, streaming over broad strong shoulders that tapered perfectly into a narrow waist, and her eyes followed it, drifting down to the wicked ridge of muscle that arched over his right hip.
His fist slammed into the wall, cracking tiles, and she jumped.
Time to leave him alone.
He began to turn around.
She leaped backwards into the living room and panicked.
She raced around the couch and sat in the middle of it with her hands in her lap, resting on her dark jeans.
Sat very still.
Stared at the far wall and the black screen of the huge television.
Her heart hammered.
The shower switched off.
Panic lanced her again and she quickly lay down on the couch and closed her eyes. What the heck was she doing? Pretending to be asleep? She wasn’t sure why she did it but for some reason it seemed better than him catching her awake, as if he would know she had been spying on him.
She waited, doing her best to look like she was sleeping, unsure what to expect.
He muttered a few gruff things she didn’t catch and then she heard him enter the room. Her heart thumped. She swore she could feel the heat of his gaze on her as he stood behind the couch. He lingered there for long seconds and she was tempted to feign waking so she could look up at him and see if his dark eyes were as beautiful as she remembered.
Would there be red in them as he watched her?
She wanted to know why his eyes did that at times, how they could do that.
A droplet of water landed on her bare right arm and goose bumps broke out along its length.
Her skin prickled and she swore he was close to touching her, could feel his hand glide up her arm towards her face.
She rolled onto her back and slowly opened her eyes, feigning waking. She lifted her gaze to him and he stole her breath as he stood over her, his overlong tawny hair wet and slicked back, and drops of water rolling down his chiselled torso as he stared down at her.
It was the first time she had seen him in good light and, heck, he was stunning, his sculpted cheeks and the cut line of his jaw giving him a rough but oh-so-masculine appearance.
Everything about him made him look like a warrior, a man of strength and action, a man who made her quiver in her core and roused the feminine side of her, coaxing it to the surface and making her want to purr in appreciation of him. The fine layer of stubble coating his jaw only added to his intense masculinity and he had the most sensual mouth she had ever seen. Her gaze locked with his and she shivered. His dark eyes were as incredible as she remembered them and striking with the flecks of red and gold that danced against a deep brown backdrop.
Tension radiated between them but Megan didn’t know what to say.
She opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out, so she swallowed to wet her throat.
“What are you doing in my apartment?” he said, voice a deep rumble that cranked up the heat inside her.
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