She was just getting started.
Chase froze, every muscle in his body going tight as a damn wire as he looked down at her.
Savannah was kneeling in front of him, her body glistening under the spray of the shower, steam curling around her like a fucking vision of sin.
But it was her eyes that really did him in.
Smug. Dark. Dangerous.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking slow, teasing, her touch deliberate, unhurried—
Cruel.
Because she was playing with him.
Giving him just enough to make him burn but not enough to relieve the pressure that had been building all damn morning.
His jaw clenched hard, his hands fisting at his sides as he fought the overwhelming need to take control.
To grab her. To flip the fuckin’ script. To wreck her first.
But he didn’t.
He couldn’t.
Because this?
This was her game now.
And fuck if that wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Savannah tilted her head, her nails scraping lightly against his thigh, sending a full-body shudder through him.
“Something wrong, Montgomery?” she asked, her voice sweet as honey, but dripping with challenge.
His breath came out ragged, his fingers twitching. “Savannah—”
She smirked. “You look a little—tense.”
His biceps flexed, his entire body wired tight, the muscles in his stomach contracting with every slow, deliberate stroke of her hand.
“Fuck—” He cut off, his head falling back against the tile, his breath coming sharp, uneven.
She loved it.
Loved seeing him come undone.
Loved having this power over him, the same way he had over her all damn morning.
Her hand moved again, tighter, stronger, her nails scraping lightly over his skin,her lips ghosting just close enough to make him suffer.
Chase let out a deep, wrecked groan, his restraint dangling by a thread.
She could tell he was seconds from breaking.
Seconds from grabbing her, pushing her into the shower wall, giving her exactly what she’d been teasing him with.
