He knew she’d been there not long before. Her scent lingered, giving him an instant visual of her naked—soft skin, lush curves, sleek and wet and—whoa. Annoyed at the train of thought he couldn’t tame, he grabbed his shaving kit and unzipped it. After pulling out razor, toothbrush, toothpaste and comb, he looked for a spot to put them on the vanity. A good portion of the space held Taylor’s toiletries. Body lotion, body splash, body mist. Body. The word jumped out at him from every single, solitary product in the whole damn bathroom. His annoyance kicked up a notch. What had he been thinking to pick the only room in the place where he had to share such intimate space with Taylor? Only her bedroom would be worse. Or better. Jeez. He couldn’t seem to stop. He hadn’t had a sensible thought since the day he’d come to the ranch to check it out. The day he’d seen Taylor Stevens again—all grown up. He grabbed a towel and dried his hair, then wrapped the thick, luxurious terry cloth around his waist.
What do You think about Crazy For Lovin’ You (2001)?
