QUOTE : How long have you been there?” He stroked a damp curl off her forehead and pressed a single soft kiss to the pulse racing at the base of her throat. “Just got there. You okay?” Lord, the things he could do her with those lips. “Y—yes.” “Sure?” “Uh-huh.” She tried to look innocent. Like maybe she always just sat around. On a washer. While it was running. “Why?” “Because you’re all breathless and a little sweaty.” His eyes were darkening, his voice lowering in timbre. “And you’re sitting on a washer.