Elle Kennedy

She glanced at the bathroom door once more, her cheeks growing warm as the glass door slid open and Kane emerged from the steamy shower stall. Naked. She swallowed, unable to tear her eyes away from his nude, dripping-wet body. He had the kind of rock-hard physique that would make other women drool. His broad chest tapered to a trim waist, and his legs were thick and dusted with golden hair. He was lean, not bulky, with perfectly sculpted muscles that looked like they'd been carved out of marble. He was hard. Everywhere. "I'm afraid it's too late for you to join me in the shower," he said in a silky voice. "Though we could still make good use of the bed.

God, you don't have a romantic bone in your body, Sean."He flashed a cocky grin. "Maybe not, but there's definitely one in my pants.

So this is what you two do when you__e up here,_ Dean drawls. __ll that deep, intensive tutoring._ He air-quotes the last word, chuckling in delight.__ctually, Garrett__ just helping me brush up on my make-out skills,_ I tell Dean in the most casual voice I can muster.Dean snickers. ___hat so?___kay_ Dean__ eyes gleam. __hen I__ calling your bluff, baby doll. Show me your moves.__ blink in surprise. __hat?___f a doctor told you you__e got ten days to live, you__ go for a second opinion, wouldn__ you? Well, if you__e worried about being a crappy kisser, you can__ just take G__ word for it. You need a second opinion._ His brows lift in challenge. __et me see what you__e got.___top being a jackass,_ Garrett mutters.__o, he has a point,_ I answer awkwardly, and my brain screams, What?He has a point? Apparently Garrett__ body-melting kisses have turned me into a crazy person.

Baby, I could watch you watching paint dry, and I still wouldn__ be bored._ Garrett Graham, my own personal sweet-talker.

Why is feeling something for someone a weakness?

I hate phones," he grumbled into her neck. "Seriously, I wanna go back in time and murder Alexander Graham Bell." He sat up with a groan. "Or was it Edison who invented the phone? I can never remember." She had to laugh. "I'm pretty sure it was Bell.

You're such a bastard," she sighed. He chuckled. "Are you really insulting the man who just gave you an orgasm?

It suddenly occurred to him that for the first time in years, they were about to be alone together for more than five minutes. Just the two of them. On a small jet. Tens of thousands of feet in the air. Christ. Maybe he should've packed a parachute, just in case.

Swallowing, he peered down at Noelle, floored by the sheer calm reflecting back at him. "You okay, babe?" She rolled her eyes. "Of course. What do you think I am, a pansy-ass damsel who weeps at the first sign of trouble?

Is this seat taken?" The deep, gravelly voice jolted Noelle from her blood-thirsty thoughts. When she laid eyes on the man it belonged to her breath caught in her throat. She blinked, wondering if maybe she'd dreamed him, but then he flashed her a captivating grin and she realized that he must be real - her mind wasn't capable of conjuring up a smile this heart-stoppingly gorgeous. A pair of vivid blue eyes watched her expectantly as she searched for her voice. "There are lots of other seats available," she finally replied, gesturing to the deserted tables all around them. He shrugged. "I don't want to sit anywhere but here." She moistened her suddenly dry lips. "Why?" "Because none of those other seats are across from you," he said simply.