Pulling off my robe, I step down, the warm water enveloping me causing goosebumps to break out on my skin.
I settle down, letting my muscles relax through the heat of the warm water before I feel an intense gaze on me, causing me to look behind.
I catch Levi watching me through the window - and I mean really watching me. I arch a brow, my lips pulling up into a smirk as I crook my finger at him to come out. And he does.
He strides through the doorway, his sculpted body a sight for sore eyes. From his wide shoulders that taper into a lean, athletic torso – every muscle so incredibly defined. Quads so thick, those typical hockey player thighs showing off just how powerful this man is on the ice.
I bring my fingers to my lips just to make sure I’m not drooling – I'm in the clear.
Levi climbs in beside me, the water rippling against his broad frame before he settles down next to me.
His bare leg brushes against my own, my breath catching.
He stretches his long arm across the back of the tub, his fingers grazing against the top of my shoulder sending a shiver through my spine.
“So… about last night.” I start, shifting so I’m facing toward him.
I see a coy smile starting to pull at his lips before he turns to meet my eyes.
“What about it?” He mumbles, his gaze moving down to my lips before back to my eyes.
Rolling my eyes, I nudge his knee under the water. “You know what.”
He moves an inch closer. My heart stutters. His fingertips start to brush against my shoulder with more purpose as he answers. “You mean the part where you told me to kiss you?”
My jaw drops and I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. “I did not.” The lie spills out of my mouth. I can’t let him have this. I refuse to let him have this.
He raises a brow. “Oh, but I think you did.”
I splash him causing him to chuckle.
“You started to lean in, and you caught me at a weak moment.”
His smile disappears, an intense heat taking over his face. “Yeah? You saying you didn’t want me to kiss you?”
My heartbeat becomes louder, blood rushing through my ears from the intensity of this conversation. The conversation reminding me just how bad I want him.
“I didn’t say that.” I murmur.
The hand that was resting on my shoulder gently moves to grasp the nape of my neck, his fingers pulsing once as he leans closer, warm breath against the shell of my ear as he whispers, “And how do you feel now?”
“That this could ruin everything we’ve been working toward for your recovery.” I whisper, making his eyes shut almost in a plea – but if I know Levi, he won’t exactly push on this. So I continue, “But I’m not so sure that I care anymore.”
His eyes snap back to mine, his hand trailing through the water grasping my knee to softly guide me closer to him. “I don’t think I do either.”
The both of us are almost stuck in a trance, so I break the silence first. “Are you going to make the first move this time?”
“I’m trying to.” He mutters, gaze drifting down to my lips, “Tell me to stop, Scar. Tell me this is a bad idea.”
I can’t. I need this. I need him. I shake my head as I stand to move in front of him. Looking down at him, I run my fingers through his hair as he stares up at me with those crystal blue eyes.
“I don’t want you to stop.” I breathe out, as I await his next move.
“Then come here.” He says as he moves his hands to my hips to guide me to straddle him.
He threads his fingers into my hair, looking deep into my eyes one last time for confirmation that this is okay.
I nod softly and that’s all it takes for him to snap, crashing our lips together. It’s hotter, deeper, more intense than last night. Nothing like the hesitation of our first kiss.
