The shower door clicked shut behind him, sealing us in a cocoon of steam and rushing water. Adrian's eyes never left mine as he stepped under the spray, the water instantly soaking through his boxers and plastering the thin fabric to his body. The outline of his manhood was unmistakable, thick, hard, straining upward against the waistband. My pulse hammered in my throat.
"I—I shouldn't have said yes," I whispered, even as my body betrayed me. Heat pooled low in my belly, slick and insistent between my thighs. The water felt too loud, too much like that tank, but Adrian's presence crowded out the fear with a haze of pure lust.
"You can still tell me to leave, Alexandra." His voice was rough with sleep and want. He didn't touch me yet. He simply stood there, letting me look. "Say the word and I'll go."
I bit my lip, nerves twisting with the ache between my legs. "Don't go."
