Hans Larsson

"You're a whore. I know you were looking." The comeback is more of an amused tease than serious.

Rekker could only stare at the Swede. Those panties only increased the attraction and the feminine cues that kept getting Rekker's pulse going. His eyes slid up his hips to his waist and the Brit felt his breath come out a little ragged.

"I'll be fine." He felt his nerves fraying but as he walked toward the shower he couldn't stop from glancing at the Swede again. The mix if panic and arousal is turning his stomach but it's nothing new. Maybe the water would help, at least relax the tension.