For Love or Money by Elizabeth Bevarly

Author:Elizabeth Bevarly
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2000-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

Normally, it would have caused Dinah some concern to be alone with a man in a hotel room, wearing nothing but a little white towel. But Marcus was still in the shower, and she was having an awful lot of trouble finding the underwear she was sure she’d packed in her duffel bag. And the man in question was Marcus, who wouldn’t even notice her little white towel, because it was wrapped around—sort of—a body that just didn’t do anything for him.

Would that she could say the same about the little white towel wrapped around—sort of—his body when he stepped out of the bathroom then, a body that did, oh…a lot for her.

They’d both collapsed onto separate beds immediately upon entering the room three hours ago, and now felt rested enough to continue with their grand adventure. But they’d both wanted—nay, needed—showers before continuing, even if it did cost them precious time. They could make it to Georgia by this afternoon, Dinah promised herself. They could.

They could.

Now, as Marcus stepped out of the bathroom, surrounded by billows of steam and that little scrap of terry cloth, Dinah couldn’t quite quell the spiral of wanting—and something else, too, something less distinct, but infinitely more troubling—that wound tighter inside her.

His dark hair was wet, slicked straight back from his face, and his cheeks were ruddy from his recent shave. Dark hair covered the ropes of muscle and sinew on his chest, swirling down over a flat torso to disappear into the towel. She watched as he dragged a comb through his hair, biting back a wistful sigh at the way his biceps and triceps, and oh, my goodness, those abs, danced to an erotic tune playing in her head.

And she couldn’t halt the blush that crept into her face when his gaze met hers in the mirror, and he caught her ogling him so blatantly. Immediately, he spun around to face her, his own cheeks ruddy, his expression bordering on stunned.

Oh, yeah, she’d bet he was stunned. Nothing like having a woman panting after you when all you felt for her was a fond and friendly affection.

“Dinah?” he asked, his voice low and husky and very aroused.

Honestly, if she hadn’t known better, Dinah would have sworn the man was completely turned on. But, of course, she knew better. There was no way Marcus could be turned on by her.

Could he?

Before she could ponder that particular quandary, he pitched the comb onto the sink and made his way slowly, deliberately, and oh-so-sexily, across the room. He said nothing as he came, only held her gaze steadily with his own. And when he dropped down to sit on the bed beside her, something made her clutch her towel more resolutely to her chest.

“You, uh…you got something on your mind?” he asked softly. “Something maybe I should know?” Then, to her surprise, he lifted a hand and nudged a strand of hair near her face back behind her ear.

“Um, no,” she lied. “Not really.”

He nodded slowly, withdrawing his hand, but only to skim the pad of his thumb gingerly along her jaw line.

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