““Go take a shower. Use cold water, it will help.” It took him a moment to control the urgent demands of his body. As he stepped away from her, the pad of his finger slipped down her throat and trailed over the swell of her breast before he dropped his hand to his side. Dahlia shivered at his touch. She remained still, only inches from him, refusing to back away . . . or move forward. “Fortunately, Jesse stashed some clothes here for me. He’s a thoughtful man.” “Is that what you call him? I think interfering busybody would just about say it all. I like you without clothes.” “Nicolas,” she cautioned. “I’m hanging on by a thread. You’re supposed to help.” “Tell me why again, and I’ll work on it.””
