Holy mother of Bigfoot!
I stop so fast I almost trip over my own feet.
Water runs over his skin, catching morning light. Every muscle is defined—shoulders broad enough to carry me for hours without strain, chest carved like something out of a Renaissance sculpture, abs that I didn’t know actually existed on real human bodies.
But it’s not just the aesthetics that freeze me in place.
It’s the steam.
The water literally steams where it touches his skin. Not heavy fog, but visible wisps rising from his shoulders, his back, his arms. Like his body temperature is hot enough to make the frigid mountain stream evaporate on contact.
Holy shit.
He dips under the water, then surfaces. Runs both hands through his dark hair, slicking it back. More steam rises as water streams down his face, his throat, his chest.
Water slides down the defined ridges of his stomach. Lower. I can’t help but track its path, and oh my God, the man is built everywhere.
Heat floods my face. My thighs.
I should look away. Should announce my presence. Should do literally anything except stand here staring like a creep while my body decides now is the perfect time to remind me how long it’s been since anyone touched me.
Since Iwantedanyone to touch me.
I can’t move.
He turns.
And I get the full view.
Every. Fucking. Inch.
Strong thighs. The V-cut of his hips. And between them—
My mouth goes dry. My brain short-circuits.
He’s not just naked. He’s semi-hard. Thick and heavy, the kind of size that should probably intimidate me, but instead makes something clench deep in my belly.
What would he feel like? That heat of his, everywhere, inside me—
He sees me.
Our eyes meet across the distance, and I swear his irises flash brighter. Not a trick of morning light. Actual luminescence, like embers catching flame.
And his cock twitches. Thickens.
Oh God.
My breath stops.
He doesn’t grab for clothing or cover himself. Just moves toward me with that same focused intensity he brings to everything.
Predatory. Purposeful. Water sliding off him in rivulets that gleam on his skin before turning to vapor.
Completely unconcerned with his nudity.
Or with the fact that he’s getting harder with every step.
I’m very, very concerned. Specifically with how much I want to drop to my knees right here on the path and find out if the rest of him burns as hot as his skin.
