Trouble With the Law by Becky McGraw Page A

her in the tub alone, she'd probably fall asleep and drown herself.
    Fuck. 
    He was either going to have to hold her up in the shower, or get into the tub with her.  Neither option held much appeal, because that meant he was going to have to hold her while she was naked again.  And even though he hadn’t been trying to look, he couldn’t help but notice that those curves her prissy suits hinted at were definitely in all the right places.  Ronnie Winters had a smoking hot body.  And Trace Rooks hadn’t had sex in three years.  A bad combination in the condition she was in right now.
    Somehow, he was going to have to do this clinically , he thought as he carried her into the bathroom.  Not notice the fact that her body was so perfect, she could've been a porn star.  A tall order, since he was already feeling the effects of carrying her naked twice now.  Trace sucked in a sharp breath as her body raked over his as he set her feet on the floor.  He was itching as badly as she was, but for a different reason, he thought as his hands went to his belt.
    "What are you doing?" she asked with a tremble in her voice as she grabbed the counter to sit on the toile t.
    "You said you wanted a bath.  I'm just making sure you don't drown yourself."
    "I can do it myself!" she said, stronger than he'd heard her in hours.  She lifted her chin, but then her eyelids fluttered shut and her shoulders slumped.  "Maybe I can't," she admitted in a defeated voice.  Her fingers went to her thighs and she smiled as she ran her nails up and down her thighs leaving red trails behind.  "I need a bath."
    "I know," Trace said as he dropped his jeans to the floor.  He pushed down his underwear, then pulled his t-shirt over his head.  He needed a shower too, but ideally he would have had that alone.   In the state he was in, this was the worst idea in the world.  He leaned over the tub and turned on the spigot.
    "Anyone ever tell you that you have the most delicious ass on earth?" Ronnie said with a laugh.  Trace turned back toward her, her eyes locked onto his erection, and he got harder.  "Damn," she said and licked her lips.
    "Up here, Ronnie," he growled as he grabbed her arm and pulled her up to her feet.
    She put her palms on his chest, and her eyes met his.  When she slid them up his chest and around his neck, Trace groaned.  Her knees went weak again and her full breasts pressed to into his chest.  Trace caught her hips to keep her from falling, but his hands involuntarily moved to her round ass.  He kneaded her, because he always wondered what she would feel like under his palms.  This would probably be the only chance he would have to find out. 
    "Why'd you go out to that ranch, Ronnie?" he asked.
    "Had to warn you," she said rubbing her cheek against his chest.  She kissed his pec then his collarbone, and desire shot through him.  "Bad stuff going on out there.  Feds are investigating," she said groggily, as she kissed his shoulder.
    His hands tightened on her ass.  "I'm an ex-con, Ronnie.  Just like the men working out there.  I know exactly what was going on out there.  I work there, remember?"
    She lifted her head and met his eyes.  Her eyes were intense, her voice convicted as she said,  "You are not an ex-con, you are a cop who got a raw deal.   Because of me."
    That wasn't a news flash.  But Ronnie Winters had no idea who he was now.  Trace was not the same man he had been three years ago.  He could have easily been just as bad as everyone in the world thought he was.  Ronnie should have realized that and stayed as far away from him as she could.  "You don't know me, Red.  I could be knee deep in all that bad stuff going on out there.  It was stupid for you to come to that ranch."
    "I have to fix what I did," she slurred.   "Didn't want you to get in trouble again."
    Trace's heart kicked in his chest.  This was his chance.  He was an asshole for asking while she was under the influence, but yeah,