I take a breath. Try again. "Daddy?"
Footsteps in the hallway. Then he appears in the doorway.
"What's wrong?—"
He stops when he sees me. Completely naked. Water running behind me.
His eyes darken immediately. Hunger flashing across his face.
"Chloe." My name comes out rough. Strained. "What are you doing?"
"You're sweaty too." I gesture to his workout clothes. "From yoga. Do you... do you want to join me?"
For a long moment, he doesn't move. Doesn't speak. Just stares at me like he's trying to memorize every inch.
"You sure about this?" His voice is low. Careful. "Because if I get in that shower with you, I'm not going to be able to keep my hands to myself."
"I don't want you to keep your hands to yourself."
"Chloe—"
"Daddy. Please. I want this. I want you."
Something in him breaks.
He pulls his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, and I drink in the sight of him. Broad shoulders. Defined chest. Abs that make my mouth water.
His hands go to his waistband. "Last chance to change your mind."
"I'm not changing my mind."
He strips off his shorts and boxer briefs, and oh my God.
He's already hard. Thick and long and perfect.
"See what you do to me?" His voice is gravelly. "Been like this since you bent over in downward dog."
"Really?"
"Really. Watching you in those yoga pants, I was hoping I was going to see you naked later..." He stalks toward me. "I've been thinking about this for the past hour."
“You have?”
He leans down, his mouth a breath away from mine. "Now get in the shower. I'll be right behind you."
I step into the large walk-in shower, and the hot water feels incredible against my skin.
Tyler follows, closing the glass door behind him.
The space suddenly feels smaller.
"Come here," he commands softly.
I move toward him, and his hands settle on my waist.
"Let me wash you. Take care of you."
"Okay."
