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away all night, unable to get enough of her. And still he
was half hard now, cock ready to go at moment’s notice. It was like
he hadn’t had sex for bloody years, and was gorging himself before
the treat was taken away.
    He looked down
in the growing light. The sight of her there, lost on the wide
expanse of the bed with her hair spread out around her head like a
dark halo hit him like a shoulder to the gut. What would it be like
to wake to her there every day?
    As the thought
hit him, he knew he wanted to make it a reality. He’d always
scoffed whenever anyone mentioned love at first sight, but now he
was forced to re-think his opinion. His strategy for getting her
into his bed had worked, so now he needed a new one to get her to
stay with him longer.
    Dropping a kiss
on her temple, he slid from under the covers. A shower and then
breakfast in bed should endear her to seeing him again. He paused
just inside the bathroom, a sinking feeling wrapping itself around
his heart. Shit. What if she’d only wanted a one-night stand? God,
that would suck. He had to face facts. She was beautiful, classy,
and intelligent. She could do way better than him.
    After dealing
with business, he leaned his hands against the sink to study his
reflection in the mirror. A couple of inches shy of six feet, his
body reflected his choice of career as hooker for a premier league
club. He was heavily built and packed with muscle, particularly his
shoulders and neck. Right at the front of the pack, he and the rest
of the front row took the pressure of the entire opposition team
pushing against them in a scrum, as well as that of the Sharks
pushing the other way. It was like a game of piggy in the middle,
with men as big as cars.
    He reached up.
His nose had been broken at least three times and his ears got
taped down during a game, or he had to have them syringed. Even so,
the hard swelling in the left was never going away. All in all, he
looked like the bruiser he was. Sighing, he dropped his head, there
was no way she was after more than a bit of fun and a chance to bed
a Shark. He was a notch on her bedpost, not the other way
around.
    His mood
weighing him down, he switched the shower on and stepped in. He
ducked under the spray and stayed there, eyes closed. The sound
might wake her, but hell, that would just give her the chance to
escape without having to deal with him if she wanted. Perhaps it
was for the best.
    “Hey, tiger, I
didn’t wear you out, did I?”
    So convinced
that she was going to make a run for it, the sound of her voice
surprised him. Looking up, he found her right in front of him,
wrapped in the shirt he’d worn last night. Pleasure hit him. He
liked that, seeing her in his clothes. Her lips curved into a
smile, but the look in her eyes was wary, and for an instant, he
saw similar worries to the ones he’d been having reflected
there.
    He grinned like
a damn idiot. “Hell no. I’ll give you a repeat performance whenever
you like, love.”
    The look she
gave him was so hot it would have blistered paint. “Really? How
about right now?”
    He sucked in a
breath, watching as she slid his shirt off and let it drop to the
floor to reveal her in all her naked glory. A night like that and
sex in the morning? He pinched himself. This was not happening, he
just wasn’t this lucky.
    His cock
punched to full mast within a heartbeat to jut loud and proud in
front of him. He wouldn’t have been able to hide his reaction to
her, even if he’d wanted to. Her gaze flicked down, the visual
caress as stimulating as if she’d reached out and wrapped her hand
around his cock there and then.
    “Now works.”
Hell
, did it work.
    Stepping back
until his arse hit the tiled wall, he made room for her. The
cubicle wasn’t small, for normal people, but with him in it, space
was at a premium.
    “Big lad,” she
murmured, a catch in her breath as the spray from the showerhead
caught her, the water a little on the cool side to bring his