Page 63 of Hard Pursuit
And his cock inside her.
By the time the hot water steamed the mirror, Archer stepped into the shower behind her, his hard body impossible to ignore. He closed the glass door and the small space seemed to shrink around them.
He pulled her in and kissed her, water pouring over both of them. When they broke apart, he reached for the body wash. He worked it into his palms and ran his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, across her waist. It was sensual, for sure…but it was strangely intimate. The kind of care she never expected from a man built like a weapon.
Water tracked over the scars on his body, some pale and flat, others rougher and newer.
She touched one that cut across his side. “Tell me how you got these.”
His smile curved. “Have we reached the interrogation stage of our day already?”
“I’m curious. Unless it’s classified.” She wiggled her brows.
His smirk told her he caught on that she knew he hadn’t been honest with her when he said that earlier.
She leaned in and brushed her lips over another mark near his shoulder. “Start talking.”
“Well, you already know about the ones on my ribs since you patched me up.”
She studied the spots that were healing quickly, as if the man was more than flesh and blood and had superhuman abilities as well.
She poured some soap into her hands and traced over his skin, leaving tiny bubbles behind.
“Most of these aren’t war stories,” he said at last.
“No?”
“More like family stories.”
Surprised, she looked up at him. He tapped a scar behind his left ear. “Fishhook.”
She blinked. “Excuse me?”
“My brother Bram tried to cast off the dock before checking if anyone was behind him.”
She laughed. “How old were you?”
“Ten. He was eight and blamed me for standing in the wrong place.”
She laughed.
Archer turned, letting the water run down his back and his fine, carved ass. A faint white line crossed one shoulder blade.
She touched it. “What about this one?”
He glanced over his shoulder at her. “Sled.”
“That is not an explanation, Archer.”
“We loved sledding in the winter. But spring came too soon that year and we weren’t finished.”
“So where were you sledding if there wasn’t any snow?”
“The stairs.”
Her jaw dropped. “You didn’t.”
“Yup. I went first because I was oldest and had to test if it was safe for my siblings. I found out it wasn’t when I hit the post at the bottom and the wood sliced open my shoulder.”
