Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he stripped, and quickly jumped in the shower. A wicked good high hummed within his skin from the previous evening. The last twenty-four hours replayed in his mind. He should feel guilty as hell for making love to Charlie, but he didn’t because last night had been the most incredible sex he’d ever had. The first time he’d not only physically connected with a woman, but emotionally, felt things with his heart and soul. Thoughts of his true, albeit forgotten, agenda reared its ugly head, pounding at the door of his guilt. He’d tried to tell her, and failed. She’d been so vulnerable last night, and the second she’d looked up at him with those pleading, beautiful eyes, his self-control flew out the window without a parachute. When she’d told him with her body that she wanted him. Game over. What it really boiled down to? She still didn’t know who he really was. He stood under the hot stream, putting his hands up on the wall, and closed his eyes.
