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corners of his mouth lifted at the thought of her. They’d spoken for only a few minutes, but by the way his morning erection throbbed as he thought about her, he couldn’t deny how attracted to her he was. That could be a problem.
    He hadn’t had sex since the last time he’d been with Siobhan, and she’d dumped him eight and a half months ago. Christ, he was going to implode from need at some point. And Toni… she was a delicious temptation, but he couldn’t very well pursue her. Housemates. Sister’s friend. Off limits.
    Bloody hell, he needed that shower right now, and for it to be ice cold.
    He rummaged through his suitcase for his travel kit and bath towel. But at the door, he stopped to listen; there was silence. Perhaps everyone else in the house was probably either still sleeping or already up and out. Toni had said it was odd for the house to be empty, so he wondered if anyone was home or not.
    He left his room, remembering that there was a half bathroom on the first floor, but the only one with a shower was located in the middle of the second floor. The door was closed. As he raised his hand to knock, the door flew open and Toni barreled into him. Her hands splayed on his chest to keep them both from swaying; his hands lifted to steady her shoulders, even full with a towel in one and travel kit in the other.
    “Sorry,” he said. “I was just—”
    “You’re up! Good morning.” Her face was only inches away from his, makeup free and naturally beautiful. Her long, curly hair was wet as it tumbled down her back, and all she wore was a huge purple and blue towel, wrapped tightly around her.
    She’s naked under that towel . That one thought made his mouth go dry and his heart skip a beat before firing up and taking speed. Her warm hazel eyes, fringed by dark lashes, held him as if under a spell… her skin was soft and smooth, and he wanted to let his hands roam over her, to explore her… Christ, she was pure beauty. His whole body tensed with desire.
    For a long beat, their eyes locked, and heat rushed through his veins. Inexplicable but undeniable need. An actual pull. It was almost a tangible thing…
    She blinked and stepped back, but slowly. “Sleep well?” she asked.
    His hands dropped from her shoulders. “Aye, I did, thanks.”
    “Oh, good. You obviously needed it.”
    “True. I haven’t slept this late in a long time.” He cleared his throat, composing himself. “You helped me upstairs, right? I vaguely remember it…”
    “You were like the walking dead,” she said, her mouth quirking up in a grin. “But I managed to get your glasses off and your phone out of your pocket.”
    “Thank you for that. Very kind of ya.”
    “Pffft, don’t be silly.” She waved her hand dismissively. “I’m going to get dressed, then make some breakfast. Want an omelet? Might be done by the time you get downstairs.”
    “That sounds fantastic,” he said, his stomach rumbling suddenly at the mention of food.
    “You got it.”
    As he watched her go, eyes glued to her figure wrapped in that towel, his heart slammed around in his chest. Wet curls, bare shoulders, toned legs, perfectly round bottom… “Bloody hell,” he whispered to himself, then went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. “Right. Cold shower, comin’ right up.”
    *
    Toni dressed quickly, pulling a turquoise tank dress over her pink and white bikini, her mind buzzing with thoughts of the hot Irishman she’d slammed into coming out of the bathroom. There had been a moment when their eyes locked, when they’d kind of been in each other’s arms that had been positively electric. She’d felt the jolt, anyway. She wondered if he had too, or it was just wishful thinking on her part. Those brilliant blue eyes of his… the deep, sure voice, with that Irish accent… God, they drew her in.
    Maybe she should stay away from him.
    This sudden but very real pull she felt was unnerving. She’d just met