CHAPTER 11
Eli wasn’t sure what was worse: the stabbing pins and needles as his frozen body parts started to thaw, the stinging from the cuts on his leg, or the torture of sharing a not-so-large shower stall with a soaking wet Ginger and not being able to act on the thoughts that were swirling through his mind.
He watched as she leaned over to check on Max again, admiring the curve of her ass that was literally within arm’s reach. Now that her pyjama bottoms and tank top were completely soaked, there wasn’t much left to the imagination, shape-wise. He’d filled in plenty of details last night when his hands had roamed freely over her body, but there were still gaps in his knowledge he’d like to fill in. Things like how the muscles in her butt would feel in his hands when she thrust up aga
