Free Worth Everything by Karen Erickson Page B

him before finally settling once more on her chest. “You look cold.”
    If he was referring to her nipples, then he was correct. “I am.”
    “Then come closer, Stasia,” he murmured, his deep voice pure seduction.
    “Gavin.” She took one step. Then another, bringing her closer but not near enough for him to reach out and touch her. “What are we doing?”
    “I have no fucking idea.”
    She appreciated his candor, almost wanted to laugh at his blunt choice of words, but didn’t want to insult him.
    “Me either,” she agreed, taking another baby step. “It’s probably a mistake, what we’re considering.”
    “Most likely.” He lifted his lids, that brilliant gaze meeting hers. “But we’ll have a good time making it, don’t you think?”

Chapter Seven
    Gavin wasn’t quite sure what they were doing, but he also knew no way could he stop it. Stopping this magnetic connection he felt to Stasia was impossible, crazy, undeniable. Powerful.
    He’d gone to his room and stripped after dinner, slipping into the large, comfortable bed, discovering within moments as he tossed and turned that he was too restless to sleep, despite the time change. He should have been exhausted, but instead he’d paced the room naked, stopping finally at the window so he could watch the sea, the flickering tiny lights in the far distance dotting the water.
    That was when he’d heard the faint splash, his gaze dropping to the pool below, where he saw the lithe figure of Stasia swimming back and forth, her arms slicing cleanly through the water, her legs carrying her quickly.
    She wore absolutely nothing at all.
    Those long, lean legs moved with a sexy power that left him panting. And when she popped out of the water, revealing those perfect breasts with the dark nipples, his cock had twitched in reaction.
    Unable to tear his gaze away, he watched, like some sort of pervert hiding in the dark night. She moved through the water like a goddess, her hair slicked back, her skin gleaming. After the vigorous laps, she’d floated with her eyes closed, only her face showing, becoming completely weightless in the water. He’d grasped his erect cock, stroked himself mindlessly at the thought of joining her. Touching her.
    Fucking her.
    Unable to stand it any longer, he’d slipped on his jeans and run outside, stopping at the lounge chair where she left a towel. Snatching it up, he’d hidden in the shadows of a tree, knowing she would come out soon, knowing she would look for her now missing towel.
    He hadn’t expected her to be so bold. Certainly hadn’t expected her to give him such a blatant view of all she had to offer. Drinking her in from behind had been amazing enough. The graceful curve of her back, the twin dimples that rested above the most perfect heart-shaped ass ever created, those long legs he could only imagine wrapped around his hips as he plunged deep inside her.
    Then she’d turned, giving him an up close view of her pert breasts, her dusky rose nipples that were the same color as her unglossed lips. She’d stood tall and proud, like some sort of female warrior set to conquer him.
    And weakling that he was, he wanted to surrender. Desperately.
    “Does this put me at risk?” Her sweetly sexy voice broke through his thoughts, reminding him that he had a flesh-and-blood, naked-as-the-day-she-was-born woman standing before him, teasing him with tiny steps that brought her closer to him. The scent of chlorine and fresh, delicious woman filled the air, and he was damn tempted to reach out and pull her in. Feel all that wet, warm skin wrap around him, crush his mouth to hers and kiss her until both of them couldn’t think straight.
    Yeah, that sounded perfect. He was tired of thinking, worrying about what they were doing. He knew he shouldn’t do this. Shouldn’t screw around with any client, he’d never done so in his life and he had no idea what this said about him. How easily he was ready to compromise this case,