He took his time. Gave ample attention to every place he touched. Her arms. Her back. Her breasts and ass. Her thighs and shins. Sitting on the built-in bench against the shower’s back wall, he guided her hands to his shoulders for balance and lifted one foot.

An involuntary moan slipped free of her lips, the throaty sound of it reverberating against the glass and tile walls as he worked the arch with utmost devotion.

“I love that sound.” His head was down, but the longing behind his words echoed the desire building inside her. “Love the way your body comes alive beneath my hands. The taste of your kiss and the scent of your skin on mine.”

He eased her foot to the floor and repeated his massage on the other. With every second the mood shifted. A sexual awareness creeping into the moment and permeating the thick steam around them. Deepening the bond between them.

His gaze drifted from her foot to her sex, and his fingers hesitated.

Oh, dear God.

If the ravenous hunger on his face matched even a tenth of the determination behind his eyes, she was done for. A pagan offering left standing before a starving heathen god.

He guided her foot to the bench outside his thigh, never once shifting his stare. The hand closest to her anchored leg skimmed up her shin and over her bent knee. His thumb dragged a wicked path along her inner thigh and traced teasing circles just shy of her sex.

“I should not.” He added his other hand to her standing leg. Skimmed his thumb just a hair’s breadth from the seam at the top. “I wanted to give. Not take.” He lifted his head, the clawing lust that drove him setting the icy blue of his eyes on fire.

He’d deny himself. Cheat them both of the gratification that waited if she so much as balked at the idea.

Could she be this bold? Grab on to the instant and take what he freely offered—the physical and what lay beyond it?

You know the truth. Would never have acknowledged who he was to you today if you didn’t.

She trailed her fingers from one shoulder to his neck. Combed her fingers through the loose, damp curls at the side of his head and surrendered to what lay ahead. “Then make it a gift.”

A low rumble rolled from his chest. His fingers squeezed her thighs and his gaze sharpened. An alpha unleashed from his cage. “My beauty.” He lowered his head and kissed the inside of one thigh. “My prize.” He rolled to his knees and nuzzled her swollen clit. “My heart.”

His tongue slicked through her folds. Sampled and savored every inch. Every drop of the desire he’d created. Worked her sex with his mouth until all she could do was cling to the back of his head and shoulder and pray the oncoming explosion would leave her standing.

He circled her sex with his tongue. Flicked the base with an increasing pressure while he pressed two fingers deep. His growl vibrated through her, the demand behind his words absolute. “Give me what’s mine.”