Free Wicked & Willing: Bad Girls by Leslie Kelly Page A

the loose knot would give way, revealing her body to his hungry gaze, as his was to her.
    On someone shorter, the towel might have done an adequate job of covering the critical parts of a woman’s body. On Venus, it barely concealed the tips of her lush breasts, showing deep cleavage and creamy smooth skin. The tight shirt she’d worn earlier hadn’t done justice to the curviness of the woman.
    Troy used to consider himself a leg man. Right now, though, he’d have to say full mouthwatering breasts had jumped to the top of his list.
    The bottom hem of her towel came within a whisper of reaching her upper thighs. But the fabric didn’t quite conceal a shadowy hint of the curls between her legs. He swallowed a groan as his mouth went dry with pure undiluted want. His body, already in a state of semiarousal since the moment they met, reacted predictably.
    She noticed, and finally regained her voice. “Oh. My. God.”
    Yeah. That summed it up about as well as anything else.
    For a moment, Venus couldn’t make sense of what had happened. She’d come strolling into the bathroom, deciding to take advantage of its sunken tub, which the housekeeper had mentioned when showing her to her own suite. And she’d walked in on the most perfectly luscious naked male body she’d ever seen.
    Perfect. Luscious. Naked. Oh, yes. Oh, yes, indeedy.
    Troy Langtree was a woman’s centerfold fantasy in the flesh. He made her remember why she was so very glad to be a woman without even touching her.
    He had the kind of thickly muscled shoulders that made her fingers tighten at the thought of digging into them. His chest was just as strong, perfectly sinewed and rippling, with flat, male nipples puckered from his shower. Her own nipples tightened beneath the towel,sending a sharp sense of awareness ratcheting throughout her.
    Water dripped from his hair to his shoulders, then lower, riding the muscles down his body. They were like precise, tiny arrows she wanted to follow with her tongue.
    Follow the arrows to the treasure .
    The very bountiful treasure.
    Her mouth went dry. And moisture gathered between her legs. Her desire raged insistent and hot, begging for the kind of release only a man— this man—could give her.
    Somehow, though, Venus remained upright and continued examining him.
    His skin was tanned. She figured that made sense because he’d lived at the beach in Florida. But the physique was a definite surprise. Troy Langtree was toned and muscular, hot and hard. Not at all the suit-wearing businessman type she’d have expected. This guy had the kind of body that could make a grown woman sit up and beg.
    Wiry dark hair swirled over his chest, around the nipples she wanted to taste with her tongue and down the washboard stomach. Then lower, trailing in a thin line, stark against the paler skin below the edge of his tan. It took a lot of self-control to keep from sighing as she looked even farther, holding her breath as his very impressive male package swelled under her hot, appreciative stare.
    Watching him grow fully erect, until he was throbbing and ready, she dropped her book and bath oil, and clutched the counter for support.
    Women weren’t supposed to react this way, were they? Good women were supposed to want protestationsof love. Roses. Candlelight. Whispered promises meant to be broken. Tender touches and kisses. A connection of the heart before a connection of the body.
    Hell, at least dinner and a movie first!
    But Venus just wanted that . That magnificent hard-on Troy Langtree made absolutely no effort to disguise, not to mention all the rest of his big, hard body.
    “Are you lost?” he finally asked, still completely in control, making no effort to cover himself, showing no sign of embarrassment at his obvious reaction to her.
    She shook her head mindlessly. “Mrs.…um…the housekeeper…”
    “Mrs. Harris?”
    She nodded. “When she took me to my room, she told me to feel free to use any parts of the house I