Naked Edge

An excerpt from Naked Edge by Charli Webb

The pipes rattle as the shower starts. Boone was already in his pajamas when we got here so it must be Rowdy. I wait for him in my doorway.

Steam pours into the hall when he comes out of the bathroom. He’s backlit, looking like a Greek God surrounded by heavenly clouds, wearing nothing but a towel around his narrow hips.

I run to him without thinking and plaster myself against his damp chest. I bury my face in his shoulder before I have a chance to consider the consequences. “God, Rowdy. I’m so sorry.”

He pries my arms off his neck. His voice is hoarse. “It’s not your fault.”

“I know. But I still hate that it happened. And I’m so sorry about your mom.”

“Stop.” He speaks through clenched teeth. His fingers dig into my wrists. His pupils dilate, swallowing his irises until they’re nothing but an ice-blue rim. He yanks my hands over my head and pins my wrists to the wall behind me.

A shiver runs from my head all the way down to my toes. My heart thumps against the base of my throat as he leans in. He’s going to kiss me.

There are at least a hundred reasons for me to stop him, but I can’t seem to think of a single one. I can’t stop trembling either.

Rowdy presses his forehead against mine and whispers my name. His voice is rough, deep, seductive. “Skylar?”

“Yes?”

“Go to bed.” He lets go of my hands and steps back.

    I take a slow, shaky breath, pretending I don’t want to scream. Or cry. Or punch him in the mouth. Or crush my lips against his. Or rip that towel off his body.

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