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Ok, so the morning after a vodka binge could not be categorized as a good time. Not that the night before was anything to write home about either.

Unwilling to open her eyes, Tessa snuggled into her blankets, wishing like hell she’d thought to take aspirin before she went to sleep. But then again, she might have. She was so lit, she didn’t even remember coming inside. The last conscious memory was of Cooper showing up at her house, but she was pretty sure she sent him on his way.

When nature called a few minutes later, Tessa knew her morning was about to go from bad to worse. Why shouldn’t it? That seemed to be a pattern for things these days.

She had to get out of bed which meant the room was going to spin, and she was probably going to get to scrutinize her last cleaning job up close when she made friends with the toilet.

Forcing her feet over the side of the bed, she felt the mattress shift, and she knew then and there that it was worse than she thought. Once she was vertical, she grabbed onto her dresser and made her way down the hall to the bathroom. Someone must’ve been looking out for her because she didn’t get sick like she thought. After doing her business, Tessa splashed cold water on her face as she stared at herself in the mirror.

“You look like hell, woman,” she mumbled to the reflection, noticing the dark circles under her eyes and her crazy hair. “That’ll teach you not to fall for a man. It never gets you anywhere. You should know by now that karma has it out for you.”

When a throat cleared from the doorway, Tessa nearly fell flat on her face into the sink. She whirled around to see Cooper standing in the doorway of her bathroom looking impossibly sexy. He was shirtless, his jeans unbuttoned but zipped and his feet bare.

She had to blink twice before her brain accepted that what she was seeing was not just a figment of her imagination. Her mouth felt like she’d been sucking on cotton, but somehow she managed to force the words out. “Why are you here?”

Cooper didn’t say a word and that was when Tessa remembered what she’d just said. Out loud. To herself. Shit.

He’d heard her talking to herself. Glancing down at the floor, she contemplated what would happen if the tile would open up and swallow her. At least she wouldn’t have to face him this morning. It seemed that the alcohol had diluted her anger, and now she was left with confusion.

She stared at the man standing in her bathroom door, watched as he walked over to her shower and turned on the water. Well, it was nice of him to make himself at home. Shouldn’t he be leaving? And why was she having this conversation inside her head, rather than with him?

Before she could ask him directly, she felt his warm hand on hers as he pulled her closer. And just like that, all of her memories from the night before flooded back: her conversation with Marcus, hearing that Cooper was a serial runner who shacked up with various women from time to time when he felt like his world was overwhelming him too much… Crap.

“Don’t,” Cooper demanded, his voice hard and firm.

Tessa’s eyes flew up to meet his at the same time her fight or flight instinct kicked in, and she was geared up to fight him with everything that she had.

“Don’t you dare tell me –” She didn’t get the sentence finished before Cooper had pulled her into the narrow bathtub with him, both of them fully dressed. Ok, not fully, Tessa realized as she glanced down, remembering that she didn’t have on her jeans. She was confident she’d been wearing them the night before. If not, she was definitely going to have to lay off the vodka in the future.

Cooper disconnected the handheld sprayer from the wall and aimed it at her head, soaking her hair and making her sputter water. “What the hell are you doing?”

And then his mouth was on hers, his hard body pressed against her front while the cold tile met her back. Despite her brain’s insistence that she push him away, her hands had other ideas. She found herself pulling him closer, the warmth of the water running over her skin while she attempted to devour him.

It was the alcohol. That’s the only explanation she could come up with. The alcohol was obscuring her judgment, and she was temporarily out of her mind.

When Cooper pulled his mouth from hers, she looked up into his eyes, the usual golden brown was darker, more intense than she’d ever seen it.

“So you fell for me?” he whispered.

It took a minute for the question to register, and that’s when the starch returned to her limbs, effectively allowing her to push him away from her. There wasn’t much space in the shower, but at least she managed to gain a few inches of distance between them. Not that it mattered, she still felt the heat of his body emanating from him.

“I did not!” she snarled.

“That’s not what I heard.”

“Well, you’re delusional, cowboy.” Tessa tried to turn away from him, but his hard hands brought her up short.

“Listen to me, Tessa,” Cooper stated firmly, his grip firm on her upper arms, forcing her to stand facing him. “We’re going to take a shower, as innocent as you’d like it to be. And then we’re going to go into your kitchen, have coffee and breakfast, and I’m going to explain some things to you.

“No, wait, I’m not finished,” Cooper growled when she was about to interrupt. “After I explain everything to you, then I’ll let you make the decision. If, at that point, you want me to leave, I will. Not willingly, but I’ll go.”

Tessa felt the tears sting her eyes. Or maybe it was the shower water. No, damn it. Definitely tears. She remembered everything Marcus had told her and the idea of Cooper using her temporarily was enough to make her heart hurt. Again.

“Understand?” he asked, and Tessa forced herself to nod. “Good, now come here.”

Tessa allowed him to pull her closer as he removed her t-shirt and bra, then her panties. She felt numb, almost like she was outside of the shower looking in at the two people there. Not bothering to move when he managed to force his jeans down his legs, Tessa held her breath when he stood back up.

Damn him for being so fucking gorgeous. She didn’t want him to be. She didn’t want him to be anything. She wanted to hate him and send him on his way, but she couldn’t. Her brain had misfired somewhere along the way, and it wasn’t listening to reason.

Now that he was standing naked in front of her, she really, really needed it to listen to reason.

Shit.

Why did that damned persistent trouble always insist on following her?

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Getting Tessa naked in the shower might’ve been a lousy idea.

Especially considering Cooper genuinely wanted the opportunity to talk to her. Right now, he was having a hard time keeping his hands off of her. The water was sluicing over her golden skin, and he was so captivated by the sight, he couldn’t focus on anything else. Including the raging hard on he knew was on prominent display now that he was just as naked as she was.

Blindly grabbing the shampoo bottle off of the shelf, Cooper kept his eyes trained on her breasts as the water cascaded over the pebbled tips. He wanted to put his lips there, to taste her, to feel her body writhe beneath the onslaught of his mouth. Filling his palm with soap, he moved forward, fully intending to wash her hair for her, but she quickly put her hand up and took a step back.

“Hold up, cowboy. You can’t put that in my hair,” she warned, a sudden gleam in her pale green eyes. Glancing over at the bottle he’d picked up, he noticed he’d grabbed the dog shampoo.

“Why the hell do you keep that in your shower?” he asked with a deep laugh as he let the water rinse the soap away.

She didn’t answer him, but she did offer up the shampoo bottle, so he took it from her and tried one more time. This time he filled his palm and then turned her to face away from him. It was probably the only way he’d be able to focus. Looking down, he admired the perfect shape of her ass and knew he was mistaken. He couldn’t suppress the growl that escaped, but he did his best to ignore his own needs.

Pulling her back against him, Cooper slid his hands into her hair, lathering up the soap as he massaged her scalp. He took his time, letting the sweet smell of strawberries fill the shower. He’d probably never look at strawberries the same again.

“I think my hair is clean now,” she mumbled, her voice wavering.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he answered, ignoring the demands of his body. He wanted to bend her over and slowly slide inside of her, let the warmth of her pussy grip him as he thrust deep and hard.

But there were two reasons he couldn’t. One: he didn’t have a condom. Two: he’d surely seal his fate and be forced to leave without having a chance to explain anything to this woman. And as much as he wanted to feel her sweet body sheathing his aching cock, he wanted to be able to look forward to it in the future as well.

He had to take things slow with her. At least right now.

Retrieving the shower sprayer from the wall again, he rinsed her hair, letting the soap run down the front of his body, the water teasing his cock, making him painfully aware of how much he was denying himself.

He observed the other bottles on the shelf and grabbed the conditioner, effectively lathering her hair once more before he picked up the body wash and the puffy thing hanging from a hook. He probably used more soap than he should have, but his brain was intensely focused on how he was going to accomplish this task without coming.

“I can do that,” Tessa whispered as he began running the sponge over her breasts, keeping her back against his chest.

“Not this time,” he said, his voice sounding strangled.

As if washing her body wasn’t difficult enough, Tessa moaned as the sponge slid over her nipples and then louder when he reached the juncture between her legs.

Pressing his mouth to her ear, he said, “You keep doing that, and I can’t promise you I’ll control myself. This is hard enough for me as it is.”

Tessa nodded her head, but Cooper had no idea what that meant, so he bit the inside of his cheek and slid down to his haunches, her gorgeous ass directly in front of him.

He managed to wash her legs, between them, and then made his way back up, returning to a standing position. He let the water rinse the sponge, but before he could use the sprayer to rinse her off, Tessa turned on him, grabbing it from his hand.

“I can only take so much,” she warned, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.

He knew exactly what she was talking about. Just the thought of that sprayer directed between her legs made his dick throb.

When he thought she would climb out and let him continue by himself, Tessa surprised him. She took the bottle of body wash, but she didn’t use the sponge. He watched in awe as she filled her palms and then planted them against his chest, the soap dripping slowly down his stomach as she started rubbing it in. The memory of the last time she’d massaged him right there in the very same shower assaulted him.

“Tessa.” Cooper closed his eyes. “Darlin’, I’m not a fucking saint.”

Her chuckle made him groan. This was probably payback. Or even a test. He didn’t know, but either way, he was about to fail miserably. When her hands went lower, gripping his cock firmly, Cooper fell back against the shower wall. “Fuck.”

He was fucking trembling. An all-out vibration running through his body as she touched him.

Tessa didn’t say a word, which was probably a good thing right about then. Only things took another turn when he opened his eyes and looked down to see her hands stroking him slowly, one on his cock, the other slipping lower to massage his balls. She was torturing him on purpose, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer.

“Tessa,” he pleaded. “Baby. Fuck.” Cooper was slowly losing control.

Her hands disappeared, and a spray of water hit his cock, making him jump. He figured that was her ultimate punishment, but then she dropped the sprayer, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him to her until their bodies were melded together, lips, teeth and tongues clashing as they sought the release that the torturous shower had been building toward.

“Tessa, baby,” he said, trying to pull back as she shifted, aligning his cock against her entrance. “Tessa, don’t.”

Her eyes opened, and she jerked back, pain and rejection reflected back at him and Cooper quickly pulled her closer. “I’d give anything to take you right here. But I can’t,” he explained. “I don’t have a condom.”