“I need a shower I think.”

He put her suitcase down and pushed open double doors to her left. “Bathroom’s right there. Towels are in the cabinet. I’m going to check my messages and make some arrangements to have extra time off. I’ll be back up in a bit.” He kissed her and left her to

her own devices as he headed out.

Somewhere in the back of her senses, another woman’s scent lived. She’d been here, that other woman, but not for a while. There were no female touches in the bathroom and as she pulled her toiletries out, she noted with some satisfaction that not a single tampon or other female emergency product was in evidence in the drawers. Not that she peeked.

Much.

The bathroom was so neat, so tidy she felt odd even taking her clothes off. Boy were they opposites. It would take some work to feel comfortable with each other she knew. She guessed it would be good to start by folding up her discarded clothes and putting them neatly on the counter instead of tossing them to the side like she would at home.

It was well after midnight but he left voicemails with his staff and service and got another doctor to cover his patients for an extra two days, giving them until Wednesday before he had to deal with the reality of work again.

Cynthia would be awake still, despite the late hour, her shift would only have ended about an hour before. He heard the water begin to run and dialed her cell.

“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you,” she answered without preamble. “Bored in LA already?”

Cynthia, the woman he’d been seeing for the last several months.

Mostly exclusively but not in a serious way, only that he just didn’t have much time to pursue anyone else. She was young, twenty-four, and worked as a cocktail waitress at a casino.

“I’m home actually.”

“Oh is this a booty call?” She laughed.

“Ahh, no. Cynthia, I’m just calling to let you know I met someone.” He hadn’t been with her in over a week due to his work schedule. But he didn’t want to take a risk and have her show up and be a nasty surprise for Megan. He didn’t want to be an ass and lead

Cynthia on either.

“That was unexpected. But okay. Do I know her?”

“No. She’s not from Vegas. Anyway, I just let you know. You’re a nice woman and I didn’t want you to think I was double-dealing or anything.”

“Good luck and give me a call if things don’t work out.”

He hung up. That was easier than he thought it’d be but he was relieved as hell. He’d have to tell Megan at some point just so there’d be nothing she didn’t know.

Smiling, he headed back upstairs. His woman probably needed some help scrubbing her back.

Chapter Six

The next morning he woke slowly, rising to consciousness but aware Megan lay within his arms. Her hair spread over his arm and shoulder, the scent of her sliding into his system with each breath he took.

She was warm and loose, one breast pressed against his naked torso, one arm over his chest, her skin pale over his more olive tones. He simply took her in, watching the rise and fall of her body.

Before too long, her nipple, the one pressed to his body, tightened and he scented the heated response of her desire. She had awakened wanting him as much as he wanted her, apparently.

“Morning,” he murmured. He brought her hand to his mouth for a kiss and that one brief touch of his tongue against the skin of her knuckle sent need sizzling through him.

“Mmm,” she hummed and stretched, turning into his body, sliding a silky thigh up his and over his aching cock.

Writhing, warm and willing woman and all his. Suddenly he was awake, wide awake and ready to take every bit she give him and then coax some more. He rolled over so she was

on her back beneath him and he nearly cried out for joy when she spread her legs and made room for him. Like he was made to be there.

“Fuck me,” she said in a low voice. Velvet and seductive much like every damned inch of her skin.

“Let me build up to it.” Even as he said it, he couldn’t stop himself from dragging the head of his c**k through her pu**y, the heat of her making him crazy.

“I don’t want that. I want you in me. You can be finessed while we shower. For now, I want you and I don’t want you to hold back. I want everything from you.”

His heart stuttered even as he angled himself, hitched her thigh up over his hip and thrust into her pu**y.

Over and over he filled her and retreated, her body welcoming him, her gaze locked with his, those sleepy, sexy green eyes seeing right to the heart of him. Connected this way, through their intense sexual chemistry, he felt truly himself with her.

He didn’t know if he could give her everything of himself. But he could share this way.

He could love her with every part of his body and show her the gift he thought she was.

Clearly they had a great sexual connection, maybe that would get them through, take them to another level. But right then, all he do was drown in her body, revel in her beauty and empty himself deep inside her before they stumbled into the shower and he showed her the novelty of just exactly how all those extra shower heads could aid him when he was on his knees, licking her clit screamed his name.

This could be enough. For now it could be enough.

He watched as she pulled her hair back into a sleek pony tail and laughed with the guy behind the counter. He’d never actually been to a shooting range before so it was an entirely new experience when she’d told him that morning they were off to American Shooter Supply just a few miles off the Strip.