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Nothing a little soap and water won’t cure.

If only soap and water could wash Marly out of his head.

He turned the shower to a cool setting and stepped beneath the spray. As he lathered his body, running his hands over his skin, his thoughts drifted back to Marly and that damned flight suit. He wondered what it would be like to undress her body from that all-enveloping garment, starting at the zipper and working his way down. The glimpse of her hot-pink bra had only left him wanting to know more. Such as, did she have matching hot-pink panties?

His groin tightened and his shaft swelled at the image in his mind. She’d be appalled at his lusty thoughts, but he couldn’t seem to stop them. At that moment, he wondered how her long legs would feel wrapped around his waist as he drove into her.

Pitbull reached behind him, turning the water to an even cooler temperature. He didn’t need to show up at dinner and embarrass himself. The guys would rib him endlessly.

After rinsing the soap from his hair, face and body, he turned off the shower, stepped out of the tub and toweled dry with one of the huge luxury towels provided.

As a navy SEAL, he wasn’t used to lavishness. Three squares and a bunk were all he’d come to hope for, and sometimes he went without. Having a shower at all was always a blessing. He pressed the towel to his nose and sniffed the light floral fragrance. Again, he thought of Marly and how that towel would wrap around her slender body twice.

He flung the towel over the curtain rod, pulled his razor out of his shaving kit and scraped three days’ worth of beard from his chin. With a clean body and a smooth chin, he strode into the bedroom naked. Talia had said dinner was formal. He dug inside his backpack for his best white long-sleeved, button-down shirt and his only pair of dark trousers. He didn’t have a suit jacket, but he could at least dress nicely for dinner.

The men had been warned that they needed at least one dressier outfit for dinners during their stay at the resort. Pitbull would have preferred to show up in his jeans and a T-shirt, but he had to respect the proprietress’s rules. He shook his trousers and shirt, hoping to knock the wrinkles out. When that didn’t work, he searched the small bungalow and found an ironing board. Great. Just what he wanted to do on vacation at a safari resort.