Time Thief (The Anomaly Trilogy) by Anna Hackett Read Free Book Online

sounded like heaven. Her shoulder was sore but the ibuprofen was taking the edge off. “Shower would be good.”
    He helped her up and kept one hand on her arm until they reached the bathroom. He turned on the shower and steam billowed in the glass stall. “Can you get your sweater and shirt off on your own?”
    Bay tried to move her shoulder. Pain shot down her arm. Crap. “No.”
    “Let me help.” He spun her so he was at her back.
    She had a perfect view of their reflection in the wide mirror above the sink. She looked so small beside him. He worked her injured arm free of her sweater. Careful, slow. He slipped her other arm out and pulled the sweater over her head.
    She watched, mesmerized by his gentle, methodical movements. He was focused on his task. On taking care of her.
    Next he freed her shirt and pulled it up.
    She stood there in only her jeans and a plain, white bra. She’d never felt so…naked. His gaze met hers in the mirror. Her breath caught.
    Desire burned in his eyes. She felt an answering punch low in her belly. He lifted one hand and smoothed it over her uninjured shoulder. He cupped the joint, stroking over her skin.
    She shivered and leaned into the touch. God, this was crazy. She was hurt, they were on the run, planning to strike Leven. They didn’t have time for this...
    But Bay’s body wasn’t listening.
    Sean’s hand ran down her arm in a slow caress. Back up and tangled in her hair. He tugged until her head fell back against his hard chest.
    His mouth came down on hers. A brief press of lips and tongue. He tasted so good. A taste she worried could become an addiction.
    He pulled back, his fingers working at the closure of her bra. The fabric fell away.
    Her breasts felt full, sensitive. He made a sound in his throat, like a starving man eyeing something good to eat. He pressed harder against her, his chest and belly to her back. She felt the bulge of his erection against her bottom and, helpless to fight the urge, rubbed against him.
    With a groan, he cupped his hands over the curves of her breasts. “Perfect. Bigger than I expected.”
    She’d always been more generous than her small frame should allow. Always considered it a hindrance until now. She leaned back, arching into his caress. The sensations were electric. When his thumbs flicked at her nipples, she let out a small cry.
    Thoughts of everything but the man touching her drifted away. She wanted Sean, more than she’d wanted any man before. She wanted to explore his tough body, let him touch her. She wanted to pretend for a little while that there was only the two of them. Nothing else.
    He pressed a palm to her belly. She quivered. He flicked open the snap on her jeans.
    “Sean.” She heard the plea in her voice.
    With his other hand he yanked her back against him. Pain shot through her shoulder. She couldn’t stifle her cry.
    He pulled back like her skin burned him. “Shit. You’re hurt and here I am pawing at you…” he backed up.
    She wasn’t fragile. “Sean—”
    “Me. You. This should never have happened.” A grimace crossed his face. He reached for the door. “I won’t touch you again.”
    A knot clogged Bay’s throat. She wrapped her arms across her chest, feeling very exposed. The door closed with a final click.
    She stared at her face in the slowly fogging mirror. She looked like an ordinary woman. Maybe not beautiful, but she might rate pretty.
    Sean would never, ever forget that she wasn’t just a woman.
    She was an aberration. She was what had destroyed his life.
    ***
    Sean tried to block out the sound of the running shower.
    It didn’t work. Instead, it made him imagine water sliding over naked skin. Lean limbs glistening. Honey-blonde hair darkening and slicking down over her slender back and full breasts.
    He groaned. Jesus, she was injured. She needed rest. He was a bastard putting his needs before hers. Hurting her.
    But he wanted her. Wanted to run his hands over her skin, cup her curves,