“And Hunter’s too,” I add.
Hunter leans against the wall, that cocky smirk tugging at his lips, blue eyes locked on mine. The low lighting catches the edges of his jaw, the taut muscles in his shoulders, and the way he’s clearly enjoying drawing this out.
He glances toward the bubbling hot tub, then back to me. “Looks like I forgot my swim trunks,” he says, voice rough and lazy. “That a problem?”
I raise one eyebrow, playing along even as my heart pounds. “That’s a huge problem.”
“Oh, really?” he murmurs.
I fold my arms under my chest. “You might need some help…getting comfortable.”
His grin deepens. “In that case…”
He reaches for the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion.
I swear I forget how to breathe.
That body—tan, cut, solid as sin. Those abs I’ve only ever touched in the dark? Now I can see every groove, every muscle, every inch of golden skin stretched over thick bone and raw strength.
He drops the shirt on the floor and kicks off his shoes.
I bite my lip. “Is this the part where you slowly take off your pants while making intense eye contact?”
“Oh, you want a show?” he teases.
I nod, just once, eyes locked on his hands.
He drags the button of his jeans open. The sound of the zipper unspooling feels like thunder. And when he slides them down, revealing black boxer briefs stretched tight across that thick bulge, I lose every coherent thought I’ve ever had.
He steps out of the jeans, cocky as hell, like he doesn’t know what he does to me.
And then his fingers hook the waistband.
He watches me as he lowers them, inch by agonizing inch.
He straightens, fully naked now, and takes one slow step toward me.
My whole body heats.
“So,” he says, voice low and full of promise. “You still planning to help me get comfortable?”
My mouth parts. I nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
I slide my fingers into his and back toward the private hot tub, steam curling up in gentle tendrils, like the room itself is whisperingyes. The water bubbles quietly, warm and inviting, and the soft light from the sconces dances across Hunter’s bare chest.
I step onto the first smooth tile step, still wearing my trench coat. He watches me with a slow blink, his gaze heavy and hungry.
“Wait,” he says, voice like velvet dragged across skin. “You said something about helping me get comfortable. Butyoustill have way too much on.”
I smile slowly. “Is that so?”
He nods, and that look in his eyes? It’s reverent. Hungry. A little wrecked. Like he can’t believe I’m standing in front of him right now.
I untie the sash of the trench coat slowly, watching his eyes darken with every tug.
“You said you wanted to see me,” I whisper. “So…look.”
I let the coat fall.
