âCody...â
He groaned again and touched his fingers to the bump on his head. He was hurting. Really hurting.
And she was thinking only of how amazing his body felt against hers. His cock pushed against her hip, pulsing like her heartbeat. She wanted to touch it, taste it...
But she couldnât act on her desireâfor so many reasons. She reached for the tub instead of him, trying to use the porcelain for leverage. But her hand slipped. The surface wasnât just slick from the water. There was something on itâsomething oily.
She understood now why Cody had fallen. He could have been killed.
5
H IS BODY ACHED with desire. Cody had never wanted anyone more than he wanted Serena Beaumont. His head ached, too. Actually it pounded. He grimaced at the pain and tried to pry open his eyes. The light was so bright, though, that he groaned. Then a dark shadow, leaning over him, mercifully blocked the light.
âSerena,â he murmured.
The shadow chuckledâa deep, masculine-sounding chuckle. It definitely wasnât Serena leaning over his naked body.
Cody shifted against the bathroom floor. His butt slid over the wet porcelain tiles, producing a squeaking noise.
The chuckle turned into a loud, echoing laugh. âJeez, Cody...â
He recognized that voice, and heat rushed to his face.
âOwen, what the hell are you doing here?â he asked. The last thing he remembered was stepping into the shower. How had he wound up on the floor? The only images that flashed through his mind were of Serena, in a thin robe.
Her nipples had pushed against the silky fabric, and then the robe had parted, revealing honey-toned curves...
Was that just a dream, like all the others heâd had about her since theyâd first met months ago? But her skin and lips had felt so real.
It was almost as if he could taste her still, the sweetness of her mouth.
A light flashed in his eyesâjust a small beam, but it felt like it was shining through his pupil and piercing his brain. âDamn it! Damn it!â He batted at the flashlight. âShut it off!â
âI am trying to check you out,â Owen said.
Since Cody was sprawled naked across the bathroom floor, it shouldnât have been too difficult. At least he wasnât hard anymoreânot now that heâd realized it was Owen leaning over him and not Serena.
Where was Serena? He peered around the white-and-blue bathroom, but he and Owen were alone. Had she ever been in there?
âWho called you?â
Had Stanley found him? That poor kid.
âYour landlady,â Owen said. âYou kept murmuring her name.â
âSerena found me?â he asked. So he hadnât imagined it. She had been there while he was naked. âAnd she called you ?â She knew Wyatt because she was friends with Fiona. But Owen?
âShe called 911,â Owen replied. âRemember, Iâm a paramedic, too?â
âYeah, yeah, I know that,â Cody said. Fortunately Dawson wasnât working with him tonight; the assistant superintendent was too busy helping Zimmer try to catch the arsonist to go out on medical calls.
Hell, maybe Dawson was in the room too, for all Cody knew. His eyesight was fuzzy, making it hard for him to focus visually and mentally. Owen was still leaning over him with that damn light. The guy was so bigâbroad-shouldered and tallâhe could have been blocking Dawson from Codyâs blurry vision.
âWhat the hell happened?â he asked.
âDonât you remember?â Owen asked, and there was concern in his deep voice and blue eyes. He was older than Codyânot just in years but experience. Cody couldnât imagine what Owen had seen overseas, but the guy had come back with scarsâone was visible, running down the left side of his face. He suspected there were more.
Cody shook his head and flinched as pain reverberated throughout his skull. His head was pounding so badly