He winked and left the bathroom. I was so worked up that I almost called him right back to demand more of those scorching-hot kisses.

Then I decided to focus on the shower. I pushed down my clothes, and I became more worked up with each layer I took off. I showered quickly, then rubbed my favorite body cream on my skin, wrapped a towel around myself, and headed to my bedroom. I sank into the leather armchair opposite my bed, hoisting my legs up on the ottoman and just allowing my body to cool down and the cream to sink in.

I’d left the door cracked open, figuring it was the only way I’d hear if Carter needed something when he returned from the store, and grinned when I heard him singing a while later. Oh, hell. That sexy man was singing in my kitchen, and I was missing the show?

Forget the bubble bath, that would be the utmost relaxation. Watching him... and possibly climbing right into his arms.

No, no. I had my instructions. I couldn’t deny it. It was fun not to know what was about to happen.

Sometime later, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and the muscles in my belly strummed together.

“I’m in the bedroom,” I announced.

Was he coming inside?

Yes, yes, he was.

My breath hitched when he appeared in the doorway, looking all enticing and holding a plate with a sandwich.

He placed it on the small table next to the armchair.

I didn’t miss the way his eyes roamed over the length of my body. A towel covered me, but I was still stark naked underneath it, and my nipples tightened when his gaze focused on them.

I salivated at the sight of the sandwich with slices of avocado and ham and quickly took a bite, then let out a long sigh. “This is delicious.”

He perched on the edge of the armchair, watching me intently. I was pretending to keep my eyes on the food, but I wasn’t doing a great job. The air seemed to thicken with sexual tension with every minute we spent together in this intimate setting, and I wasn’t sure I could take it any longer.

“This is my reading armchair,” I informed him.

“I see. So this is where you read all those scandalous books.”

“Yep.”

As I downed the last bite, Carter clasped one of my ankles. I felt his touch all the way up to my inner thighs. Our eyes locked. I swallowed, aware that I was breathing faster.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“You’ll see.”

Bliss. Pure and utter bliss. He massaged my foot, applying pressure on the arch and on the pads, then on each toe.