“Detective Spencer Travis—”
He groaned, walking into the closet. From her position on the bed, she had an uninterrupted view and it looked like he needed a minute to compose himself.
Holding her gaze in the reflection of the wall-to-ceiling mirror in front of him, Spencer said, “Close your eyes.”
“I’ve seen mis hermanos—”
“Uh-huh. Eyes.”
She dramatically slammed her eyes shut before covering them with her fingers, and heard him chuckle. Kate gave him about ten seconds before she peeked through her fingers and choked on an indrawn breath.
“You should put a door in your closet if you want privacy.”
“I usually intend for the women I bring to my room to see me naked,” he shot back.
Dreadlocks dampened by sprays of water lay fastened in a thick coil between his shoulder blades. His spine glistened from the water trickling down the center from the wet ends of his hair. His ass cheeks were firm and she’d give anything to cup them in the palm of her hands. Ay, she also wanted to spank those perfect globes too!
Her eyes followed a path down his legs to the towel pooling at his feet, then again up his tall frame. He was at least six-two and she wanted to climb every inch.
“You’re not peeking, are you?” he asked as he lotioned his arms.
Kate snapped her fingers closed. “Nope.” She’d never seen a man lotion before—she didn’t even know they bothered. No wonder he had flawless, moisturized skin. “Are you done? My hand is tired.” It wasn’t, but a fair warning her hand might slip was better than getting caught peeking, no?
With her eyes shut, she heard every pass of his hands against his body. Felt the heated touch against her exposed skin as though he was applying the balm to her flesh. Her nostrils flared at the scent of shea butter.
“You can open your eyes now.”
She did, then propped herself on her elbows, fully expecting an impeccably dressed man to emerge from the closet, and not the sweats-and-t-shirt-wearing Spencer that stood at the foot of the bed.
This Spencer she didn’t know. This casual sexy beast was not the man her eyes had followed around the office when he visited her boss.
This man was wild. Sexy. Dangerous.
If the Spencer she knew made her panties wet, this one flooded them.
“What are you doing?” Even as her brows knotted in confusion, butterflies danced in her stomach.
“Getting comfortable.”
“But…your date!”
She sat up, but he didn’t retreat from the foot of the bed. The tip of her nose was half a foot from his crotch. Could he feel her hot breath on his pants? Cocking her head, she looked up at him. Saw the clenching and unclenching of his jaw.Yeah, he was way outside his comfort zone, and she loved it!Loved that he was vulnerable with her.
“You expect me to go on a date like this?”
She flushed, praying she wouldn’t glance at his crotch. “Like what?” she asked with all the innocence her mother gave her.
He groaned—a sound she was starting to crave—and snatched her right hand, lifting her fingers to cradle his dick.
Kate swallowed. He was massive. Hard. And she wanted to push his pants to the thick carpet at his feet and trace his length with her tongue.
His hand tightened over hers. “From the time I followed you into Cor’s bathroom, I wanted to hike that pencil skirt up and bend you over the counter. Put your hands on the cold sink while I fed you my dick. Because you know not to touch me, don’t you?”
He didn’t wait for her to answer. She did know. It was why she hadn’t touched him, not with her hands anyway. Touching was intimate and she was a stranger. But her eyes had shamelessly groped him.
“You know so fucking much about me.”
“Spencer,” she panted.