Colette was off the bed like someone had lit a firecracker under her ass. She was running to the bathroom, unthinking. All she thought about was Blaze lying in the tub with a cracked skull, bleeding out slowly while she sat there and did nothing to help.
It never even occurred to her that he was naked- duh, of course he was naked- until it was hell of way too late to turn back.
CHAPTER 14
Blaze
After undressing, hopping in a shower that was so hot it scalded him, reaching for the soap dispenser mounted to the stupid wall only to shoot himself directly in the eyes, stumbling blindly cursing, battling the shower curtain to reach for a towel, missing, and taking down the rod, curtain, and towel all while fire ate away at his eyes, Blaze had to admit he’d had finer days.
The door burst opened with a loud smack while he was still fighting with the curtain, which was wrapped around him like a second skin. He needed to get it out of the way so he could get back to the water, which had gone from a normal temperature to so hot it just about burned his skin off approximately ten seconds after stepping into the shower. But he really needed water to splash into his soap filled eyeballs before long lasting damage was done.
“Blaze? Oh my god!” Colette’s shriek of horror just about did him in.
He couldn’t remember a time when he’d been more humiliated. And why the fuck had he suddenly turned into the world’s biggest klutz?
Since he couldn’t see a damn thing, he actually sensed the shadow looming over him. The water switched off abruptly and then the pole with the shower curtain was peeled away.
“Oh my god, turn the water back on,” he begged. “Or fill up the ice bucket or something. My eyes… I can’t see anything.”
“What?”
“I squirted soap in my eyes.”
“Jesus,” Colette cursed and the way she said it made him feel like she didn’t curse out loud all that often.
Her feet slapped against the bathroom tile and the tap switched on and a few seconds later something was shoved into his hands.
He didn’t waste time upending the bucket of freezing water right onto his face. He shuddered as the cold water hit him like a second slap, jarring him half out of his skin.
“You couldn’t have bothered with making it not frigid?” he snarled as he groped blindly for the towel that landed in the tub with him. His eyes were pouring tears, trying to cleanse themselves of the wretched shit that the hotel tried to pass off as soap. They might as well have filled the fucking thing up with bleach.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t think there was time.”
There was a rush of air and something soft hit him at the waist. He groped around with his hand, felt terrycloth, and brought it up to his face.
“Oh my god.” Colette’s horrified tone drifted over to him two seconds before he reached out blindly, searching for her to help him- even though he would normally have rather died than admit he needed it, but half blind, with his arms mangled, he could use a hand getting out of the forsaken slippery tub.
For four hundred fucking dollars, he actually expected a separate shower, not some stupid tub with a shower curtain.
His fingers brushed something sleek and when Colette gasped and her hand closed around his, he thought she actually meant to try and get him back to being vertical. Obviously, he thought wrong, because when he pulled, she let out a bark of surprise and as he tried to force his weight up, something heavy and warm came crashing down on top of him.
This time it wasn’t the shower curtain.
“You asshole!” A small fist was planted right in the center of his chest, and another caught him under the jawline for good measure.
He might have been having one hell of an off day, but his athletic instincts kicked in and he managed to get his hand up in time to block the blow that followed.
“Stop hitting me!” He ground out, trying to unglue his eyelids, which felt like they’d been crazy glued shut, so that he could see what the hell was going on.
“You did that on purpose! You- you beast!”
“I didn’t do anything on purpose,” he pleaded, scrubbing at his face with one hand while he held her tiny, warm fist in the other.
“You did!” Colette panted, right above him. “You hauled me in here on purpose and you’re a pervert and you’re naked and your- ugh- it’s pressing right into me!” She wriggled, trying to get away.
He hadn’t been hard before. At least not all the way hard, but feeling her warm little hips grind down on him blinded him far worse than the soap had, and what do you know, despite his bad luck and the fact that his eyes and arms felt like they’d been on the wrong end of a battle with a chainsaw, his happy stick got real happy real fast.