I faintly heard a shower turn on, then Torran lifted me out of the water. The cool air caused goose bumps to rise across my skin and my nipples tightened into hard peaks. At least my sports bra was padded, so it wasn’t completely obvious.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, surprised anew at the ease with which he carried me. “Where are we going?”

“Not the pool,” he said, heat in his eyes.

Oh. Oh.

Before I could become too chilled, we reached the locker room, where one of the showers was already sending steam into the air. The lights were low, soft, preserving the intimacy of the moment.

Torran eased into the steamy water, then let go of my legs. I slid down his body until my toes touched the ground. I could feel him, hot and hard as steel against my belly. A peek revealed he had on tight black swim shorts that left very little to the imagination—and I had a fantastic imagination.

I reached for him, then aborted the motion halfway. Not while he was bound. I curled my fingers into a fist. “I should return to my room,” I whispered.

“Will you think of me?” he demanded. I wordlessly nodded. “Then think of me here. And I will finish your massage afterward.”

I shivered from head to toe, then ran my eyes down his body. “What about you? That seems unfair.”

A wild smile, hotter than a burning star, bloomed on his mouth. “I didn’t promise not to touch myself. And I get to watch you come apart. Seems fair to me.”

My breath caught, but while the large, tiled shower had a frosted glass door for privacy, the walls didn’t go all the way to the ceiling. Anyone who entered the locker room would hear us. I glanced around uneasily. “What if someone comes in?”

“The outer door has been locked since you arrived. You’re safe.” He gently herded me toward the side wall, so the water sprayed our bodies and not our faces. He turned me around and put my hands on the wall, then carefully caged me in with his body, not touching, but so close that I could feel the heat of his skin.

“Okay?” he asked.

His voice danced down my spine, and I nodded. I couldn’t see him, except for his arms, and I felt protected and sheltered. It didn’t hurt that the rumble in his voice arrowed directly from my ears to lower.

Much lower.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, his voice husky. “So strong and fierce and caring. I wanted you from the moment I saw you, when your eyes spit fire and you refused to back down. I want to kiss you again. I want to kiss you everywhere, until you’re all I taste, and then I want to watch you come apart on my tongue.”