Page 28 of Her Broken Biker

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Cocky.

Dangerous.

“Manage to cool off in there, Reina?”

My entire body catches fire.

He definitely heard me.

“I was showering,” I say, with all the dignity of a woman wearing only a towel and a guilty conscience.

“Mmhmm.”

“I had blood on me.”

“You did.”

“And dirt.”

“That too.”

“And trauma.”

His expression softens for a second, but the heat stays in his eyes. “Yeah, sweetheart. You did.”

The gentleness nearly knocks the embarrassment out from under me.

Nearly.

Then his gaze drops to my mouth.

“But that’s not what I asked.”

Oh.

My fingers tighten on the towel until the fabric digs into my palm.

“I’m fine,” I say.

“No, you’re not.”

I swallow.

Ace takes one step closer.

I should retreat. I should go to the dresser. I should put on clothes and rebuild whatever common sense I had before tonight broke it into pieces.

I stay where I am.

His eyes flick down once, then back up, careful enough that I do not feel hunted, but honest enough that I know he sees me.

All of me.

“Tell me to stop,” he says.

My pulse pounds.

“You’re not doing anything.”

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