I'm halfway through washing my hair with some over-the-top luxury shampoo when I hear footsteps.
My heart leaps into my throat. “Spence?”
“It's me.” His voice is rough, deeper than usual. Hot enough to make my toes curl. “I brought you breakfast.”
I peek around wipe the fog from the shower door, and my breath catches.
He's leaning against the doorframe, wearing gray athletic pants that sit low on his hips and nothing else.
His chest is bare, muscles still pumped from his workout, a light sheen of sweat making his skin gleam.
My muscles contract on a shiver. I want him so badly it hurts.
His hair is damp at the temples, those hazel eyes dark and hungry as they track over what he can see of me behind the glass.
“I said stay in bed,” he says, but there's no heat in it. Just amusement and something that looks a lot like appreciation.
“I needed to shower.” My voice comes out breathier than I intend. “You were gone when I woke up.”
“I know. I'm sorry about that.” He pushes off the doorframe, taking a step closer. “But if I'd stayed in that bed with you then you’d never have gotten breakfast.”
I'm hot and shaky from the way his eyes keep dropping to where the water is sluicing down my body behind the glass.
We’re getting close. This is happening.
“So you went to the gym, too?”
“Ran five miles on the treadmill. Did two hundred push-ups. Lifted until my arms shook.” He takes another step closer. “Didn't help.”
My pulse kicks into overdrive. “No?
“Not even a little.” He's right at the shower door now, one hand pressed flat against the glass. “Because all I could think about was you. In my bed. Wearing those pajamas that should be innocent but drive me out of my mind.”
I swallow hard, hyperaware that I'm completely naked with only a sheet of glass between us. “They're just flannel pants.”
“They're sexy.” His eyes meet mine through the steam. “How's the water?”
“Perfect.”
“Good.” His hand drops from the glass, and for a second I think he's going to leave. Instead, he reaches for the hem of his athletic pants. “Mind if I join you?”
My heart stops. This is what I've wanted. “Okay.”
His eyes are intense, searching my face. “Unless you're not ready. We can keep waiting. I can keep waiting.”
The vulnerability in that last statement breaks something open in my chest. This strong, controlled man giving me all the power, all the choice.
I open the shower door. “Get in here.”
His joggers hit the floor in one move.
Oh my god. Whoa. He's ripped and huge.
Seeing him through his briefs was nothing like this. I try not to stare, but it's impossible to ignore the way that thick rod sticks out from his hips.
He's magnificent everywhere.
Excitement races all over me, jumping around like loose electricity.
