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slip from his fingers, then ran his hands over his chest, the back of his neck, his arms, and his thighs before finally wrapping his slick fingers around his erection, with a sigh of mingled relief and regret.
    What was he doing jacking off in the shower? What the fuck was he doing? She wanted him. She wanted him, and he wanted to do a hell of a lot more than just kiss her. Nathan moaned. What was keeping him in the bathroom when every cell in his body was calling for hers?
    From the first good look he had of her, Nathan had been attracted to Remy. No, before that. He wanted her as soon as he pushed her against the wall and pressed his body against hers. In his defense, he imagined a dead, blind, gay man would be physically attracted to her. Even when she had her episode in the gas station and insisted her fake identification was real. So, she was a little weird. Maybe a little insane. Nathan didn’t know. All he knew was that the heat of her skin had made his head spin, and when he kissed her…he just wanted to taste her again.
    When had a girl affected him like this? Ever? He had barely touched her, and yet, the arousal was something bone deep, excruciating and sweet and very heady. The sort of agony that both needed to end and be pleasantly prolonged. Remy would be good. He knew it.
    But she was probably crazy. Delusional. And her insanity was contagious because he was not the sort to pick up strange girls, bring them home, and kiss them like a nervous teen on his prom date. And he wasn’t the type to leave the girl and jack off in the shower.
    Nathan pushed those thoughts out of his mind. They were important thoughts he should consider very carefully. In the morning. Right now, the only thing he wanted to consider was the friction of her body moving against his, her soft, soft lips against his mouth, against his skin.
    Why am I in here? Why aren’t I out there? Why aren’t I inside her right now?
    Fair questions, all. The answer was not simple. So, she was crazy? So what. Weird? Not a problem. Violent tendencies? He’d ignore them. But she was confused, and for a moment, she had been frightened of him. If he left the shower right now and went to her still wet, still hard, she wouldn’t turn him down. But he didn’t know if she wanted him, or if she wanted to thank him, or if she wanted to placate him, or bribe him. Or rob and kill him, which he was obliged to accept as a possibility.
    Still, Nathan knew how she’d fit around him, how she’d wrap her body around his. He sensed something primal about her, something a little feral. He imagined her shouting his name, imagined her tight muscles clenching around him, her pulse pounding against his lips as he pressed his mouth to her neck. Nathan even felt her come against his body, pulsating heat around his shaft.
    The vivid image, so intense he couldn’t help but wonder if it had already happened, pushed him over the edge. The bittersweet orgasm rushed through him. It was enough to take the edge off, but she was still mostly naked on his couch, and he was still hard for her.
    Sighing, he rested his head against the cool tile and let the water pound against his back. At least he could think now. Did she have any idea how much, possibly misplaced, self-control it took for him to walk away from her? Did she even care?
    Even if she wasn’t injured, she could still be crazy.
    What the hell am I going to do?
    He’d start by finishing his shower. Nathan soaped his body and hair, his mind far from his task. First, he needed to figure out just who this girl was. That should be easy enough if she wasn’t giving him a fake name. Next, he would find out where she belonged and who was chasing her. Letting her crash on his couch indefinitely was not an option. Finally, he might have to drag her to the hospital against her wishes, because if he couldn’t figure out who she was, where she belonged, or who she was running from, then she could be somebody else’s