The hot spray couldn’t even calm him, and it certainly wasn’t doing anything to help with the way his cock was standing up straight, almost like it was looking at him expectantly. Gwen’s accusation stung. What was worse was that she was completely justified, and he knew it. He couldn’t explain why he’d touched her on the bed, pressed his lips to her neck and felt the heat of her body. When her legs had parted for him just a little, he almost gave in. Christ. He'd promised himself he would keep his distance when he had her, but he hadn’t expected the truck he’d stolen to break down on him. He’d pushed it all the way to this motel; the closest place he could find. The plan was supposed to be simple. He’d take her while she slept and bring her someplace safe; a hospital or the police station. Then, he’d be gone before she knew he was there. Now, he was stuck, with her wide awake in the other room.
