Page 31 of Ghost

She bit her bottom lip.His threat hadn’t sparked fear.Instead, need swirled low in her belly.Lord, she had issues if this dominating macho prick was making her wet.“Tell me your name, then.”

He blinked.Some of the heat left his eyes.“Ghost.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“What?”he asked, grabbing a handful of water over her head and splashing his face.

“Well, you gave me shit about having a fake name.What the hell is Ghost?”

He shook the water from his fingers and brought his grip back to her shorts.“It’s what my friends call me.”

“We’re not friends.”

“Damn right.”

With that, he grabbed the bar of soap from the ledge, rubbed it between his palms, and skimmed his hands over his shoulders and arms.“You done in here?”

No.Not even close.She wanted to watch him wash himself, but she wasn’t that unhinged.Yet.“Uh.Yeah.”

“Stand behind me.”Guiding her between the wall and him, he switched places with her.Turning his back to the spray and shielding her, he reached outside of the shower curtain and grabbed a fluffy black towel from a tall, narrow rack nearby.

After shaking it loose, he wrapped the terry cloth around her shoulders, then grabbed her arms and lifted her over the edge of the tub.She squeaked with surprise, but he planted her safely on the bathroom floor.

“Sit over there,” he ordered.“I want my eyes on you.”

She sat on the toilet lid and pulled the towel tightly around her.

He snapped the shower curtain shut and a minute later, wet black boxers landed on the floor with athwack.

Heat slammed against her cheeks.Her breath left her lungs as quickly as it had when she’d fallen into the river.

“There’s an unopened toothbrush in the drawer next to you.Go ahead and use it.”His words came out clipped.Did the guy ever not sound pissed off or was it her?Probably her considering the headache she’d caused.

In the drawer, she found a pile of packaged toothbrushes and tore one open.She stood and found the toothpaste resting on the counter.

Her body wavered.Being in a steamy bathroom after the events of the day was making her woozy.All she wanted to do was sleep.

She cleaned her teeth with great care—she hadn’t brushed since yesterday.Gross.If her running off didn’t keep him at arm’s length, her breath would.

The water shut off and a tingle raced up her spine.Ghost’s long, brawny arm stuck out from the side of the curtain, and he pulled a towel into the shower.

A second later he stepped out with the material knotted at his waist.She inched closer to the toilet as he moved in front of the sink.His body took up almost as much space as his personality.

She continued to brush her teeth only because she didn’t want to get close to him again.The clean, fragrant scent of soap hung in the air, mingling with the minty taste in her mouth.

He looked at her as he retrieved a new toothbrush for himself and squirted the bristles with paste.His gaze raked over her body, dropping down to her toes and climbing all the way up, stopping briefly at her thighs and then her breasts before meeting her gaze.

He said nothing.

The foam in her mouth threatened to leak out the sides.She either had to swallow the stuff or get close to him to spit.She opted for the latter.With her luck, she’d throw up bubbles in his sink if she swallowed.

Moving forward brought her scant inches from his body.She held her hair with her free hand and leaned over the sink.Her arm brushed his but he didn’t move.Electricity shot down to her toes and arced dangerously in her loins.

She rinsed her mouth and backed away.“Am I allowed to sleep?”she asked, summoning her voice.

He raised an eyebrow, finished brushing, then wiped his mouth on a hand towel.“If you think I’m leaving you alone you’re dead wrong.”

Apprehension hit her chest like a cannonball.“What do you mean?”