Her bold glance meets mine, eyes glimmering with fire and want. My control frays at the heat radiating off her. I want to close the distance, press her against the tiles, show her exactly how dangerously close she’s pushed me.
“You’re teasing,” I growl, almost accusing, voice thick with need.
“I could say the same,” she whispers back, voice trembling.
The space between us shrinks. Every brush of skin, every shallow inhale, every stolen glance coils tighter around my gut, setting my blood on fire. I can taste her desire in the steam, feel it in my veins, thrum through every muscle.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,malyshka,” I growl, voice rough, nearly breaking. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
She swallows hard, heat flaring in her cheeks, yet her fingers linger, teasing that small, perfect spot, and I lose what little control I thought I had—my body hums with need.
I take a step closer, letting the heat of my body press into hers. The steam swirls around us, masking the rapid thump of our hearts.
She’s daring me, and I can’t decide whether to punish her or reward her.
I tilt my head under the spray, running my hands through my hair just slowly enough for her to see the flex of my muscles, the swell of my chest, the hard line of my cock.
Her cheeks burn with color, and her eyes go hooded and lustful.
I’d be willing to bet that if I slipped a finger through her folds, I’d find her wet with more than just water.
Fuck, I really want to touch her, to feel that wetness.
Her gaze finds mine, and I hold it, drowning in those spectacular eyes, full of greys and greens and embers. Memorizing the way her pupils dilate.
She’s the first to look away, and I use the opportunity to let my eyes roam her body.
Her nipples are small and peaked, poking my eyes. I want to lick them. I think I could make her come just by giving each one the attention it deserves.
My body is humming with energy and hunger.
I want her.
Badly.
Every muscle aches, every nerve demands it. And yet, I step back, letting the steam between us mask my restraint.
I’ll have her, no doubt, but it won’t be now, and it won’t be like this.
She glances back, eyes wide, and I can see the hunger, the frustration mirroring my own. I wink. A tease. A promise of what’s to come.
I wrap the towel around my waist, deliberately slow, letting the damp fabric cling just enough to remind her, and me, of everything we’re denying ourselves.
“Gonna be a long day, Princess,” I murmur, voice low, husky. “Game on.”
23
LEANNA
I wantto let out a noise of frustration as he steps out of the shower, leaving me ridiculously aroused.
He calls mePrincess, tells me it’sgame on.
For a second, I thought I had the upper hand when I saw how hard he was before the water even hit his skin. I expected him on his knees, tongue buried inside me.
God, I wanted that because this is Nik.
My Nik. And he’s devastatingly handsome.
