He honestly couldn’t remember what he ate. But he gulped it down in a haze of desire, vividly aware that Sherri was doing the same at the table in the corner that the girls had staked out for themselves.

Axel and Trevor came into the mess hall, and Griffin slipped out after flashing Sherri a hand signal to give him five minutes. She nodded back infinitesimally.

This was insane. They were acting like a couple of kids cutting class and sneaking out behind the school to make out. But he couldn’t find the resolve to stop. Sherri was a fire in his blood, flat out. She was the kind of woman he could almost see himself giving up the teams for someday—a thought so shocking he stumbled jogging down the steps of the chow hall.

Crap on a cracker. Had he found the one? Surely not. She was too stubborn, too independent, too prone to not doing what she was told to do. Life with her would be a challenge at best and frustrating as hell at worst.

He couldn’t get her out of his mind. Yes, she was mesmerizing to look at. But she was so much more than that. He found her endlessly fascinating—a mystery he might never solve, but one he would never tire of trying to unravel.

Locking the locker room door behind him, he stripped quickly and headed for the showers. Blow dryers were going in the women’s locker room, and thankfully, they cut off quickly. He heard Anna and Lily talking and laughing as they packed up their gear, and then silence fell. He waited in an agony of anticipation for Sherri to join him and prayed fervently that Kettering wouldn’t catch them.

It was a hell of a risk to try this right underneath everyone’s noses. But that was why it would work. Nobody would think that he and Sherri would dare fool around right here in the middle of camp.

He heard movement in the women’s locker room. And then smooth, soft hands went around his waist and a naked, sleek, female form pressed against him from behind.

“Did you lock the door?” he managed to ask before Sherri completely stole his breath away.

“I did.”

Her hand slipped through the suds on his chest and slid lower, across his abs, which contracted so hard they hurt, and lower still. Her hand gripped his erection, and his knees all but buckled.

Her fist slid up and down his shaft, warm and slippery, and just about did him in then and there. He turned around in her arms, and his hands roved up and down the length of her back.

“You need soap,” he announced. He reached for the bar of soap and lathered her up until the two of them were sliding silkily against each other. It was so sensuous he forgot to breathe.