I take a step closer inside the shower, water running down my chest. “You keep staring at me like that, baby, and I’m gonna think you’re enjoying the view.”
Her mouth parts, breath hitching. Damn, I love that sound.
“Tony,” she whispers back, like she’s trying to warn me—or herself.
Too late.
I drag my palm covered in a soapy lather down my chest, muscles flexing on purpose now. If she’s going to look, I’m giving her something to look at. “If you want something,” I murmur, voice dropping into that low register that always slips out around her, “come get it.”
Her eyes fly up to mine.
I hold her there. No pressure. No pushing. Just invitation.
Holy hell, the way her chest rises—slow, shaking slightly—tells me everything.
She drops the blanket.
It pools at her feet without a sound. She slips out of her oversized sweat pants and tank top before sliding out of her black satin panties.
For a moment, I forget how to breathe.
She stands there in nothing. Vulnerable. Soft.
Mine? Maybe not yet. But God, she could be.
Her voice is barely audible. “You sure?”
I grip the shower frame, heat licking through every vein in my body as my cock hardens at the beauty in front of me. “Holley, baby… if you step in here with me, I’m not gonna pretend I don’t want you.” My tone deepens, rough with honesty. “But I’ll take this slow. Your pace. You call every shot.”
That’s all it takes.
She moves toward me.
One step.
Then another.
My pulse pounds as she climbs into the shower, water misting her skin. Her shirt clings instantly, turning sheer as it molds to her curves. She shivers—not from cold, but from nerves—and I close the distance, brushing my knuckles along her jaw.
“Look at you,” I murmur. “Sexy.”
A small, breathy laugh escapes her. “I don’t feel sexy.”
“You walked straight into the shower with a man who can’t stop thinking about you. That counts as something.”
Her hands lift, tentative at first, touching my stomach like she’s testing whether I’m real. The sensation sends a heavy pull low in my abdomen. I slide an arm around her waist, guiding her under the water with me.
The moment the spray hits her, she gasps. Water runs down her throat, over the swell of her breasts.
She tilts her head back to look at me—and that’s it.
I kiss her.
Hungry, aching, all of the tension firing all at once. She answers me instantly, fingers curling into my shoulders, pulling me closer. Her lips are soft, warm, yielding, but her kiss, her kiss has heat she doesn’t know how to hide.
“God, Holley,” I groan against her mouth.
She presses her body to mine, and the feel of her— soft curves, her nipples peaking against me—makes restraint a damn challenge.
