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her and a burger for him.
    The room he’d paid for smelled of mold, but it had a bed. He hadn’t slept in a real bed for weeks. Laura eyed the single, but hell if he’d be a gentleman and take the floor.
    “Oh, thank God.” Laura flopped face first onto the mattress. The springs squeaked beneath her weight. “I need a shower,” she said, her voice muffled by the comforter.
    “I’ll bring in my bags while you go first. I should have a clean shirt if you want it.”
    “Thanks,” came the smothered reply.
    When he returned, the sound of running water in the next room filled his ears. The thought of Laura naked beneath the spray of the shower sent his blood rushing south. He adjusted the sudden tightness behind his fly, digging out a t-shirt.
    “Laura,” he called through the door. “I’m laying a shirt on the sink for you.”
    “Um, okay,” she said back. He cracked the door open to place the shirt on the sink. He caught sight of Laura, the opaque shower curtain giving a peepshow. He stood transfixed, the curve of breast and ass easily noticeable while she ran water over her long hair, humming a tune as she did so.
    He groaned, stepping back and closing the door quickly before he could do something irrational like jump in with her. He should never have kissed her, taking advantage of a victim because of long, self-imposed abstinence wasn’t acceptable. She was the key to everything, and hell if he’d screw it up.
    He grabbed the greasy, cold cheeseburger out of the take-out bag, devouring it in an attempt at distraction. He killed the taste with a peppermint that had come with dinner. The shower stopped. He stared at the bathroom door, his heart kicking up in response. The door opened and Laura exited, wet hair hanging over one shoulder, his t-shirt swallowing her small form.
    It took only seconds for him to be rock hard. She patted a towel over her hair, oblivious to the discomfort she caused him. Solid resolve withered, the demands of his body growing louder.
    “There’s soup in here for you,” he stuttered. “I’ll jump in the shower. We’ll have an early start in the morning.”
    “Okay, thank you for the soup.” She gave him a wide berth as he walked toward the bathroom. “Oh, and Damian.”
    He paused, daring a glance over his shoulder.
    “Thank you for saving me.”
    * * * *
    Damian stared at her, his gaze unreadable. Awareness shot through her like snake venom. She wanted him, wanted a continuation of the kiss he’d teased her with. Regardless the insanity behind her desire, it burned within her, hot as the fever she’d suffered. She steeled her mind against him. Most likely he had a string of one-night stands across the country, and what sane woman wanted to be part of that?
    He looked as if he could swallow her whole. She took a step back. He growled—a nearly feral sound. In two strides he towered over her.
    “You’re such a temptation, damn it,” he said through clenched teeth. He reached for her, his hand closing over her upper arm. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
    She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against his body, the other hand came to her cheek. He stared hard in her eyes.
    “Do you want this, Laura?” he demanded.
    Laura licked her lips, her throat dry, his gaze scorching through her body to her soul. “Yes, Damian, I do.”
    The traitorous whisper passed her lips before she could stop it. His lips crashed over hers, sucking the wind from her lungs. She met him eagerly, molding to him perfectly. He tasted of peppermint and she sucked the flavor off his tongue.
    “You’re about to get wet again,” he said against her mouth before he moved down, nipping a trail to her neck. He pushed her backward until they were in the bathroom, then pulled away long enough to turn the shower on. He found the hem of the t-shirt, and in a quick movement it was over her head and gone. Her underthings had been rinsed out and were