Grabbing hold of my arm, he yanks me right against his naked skin. Somehow he’s still warm, and I practically melt against him.

His arms wrap tightly around me, and he begins to rub a hand up and down my back.

I stand shivering in his arms until I can finally manage to whisper, “S-sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” he replies instantly, his tone brusque and strained.

The shower begins to fog up around us, and the cold slowly seeps from my body. And then I start to feel more than just the warmth of Demitri’s body.

His muscles are solid steel against every soft inch of me.

The intense attraction that’s been driving me insane comes back with the force of a nuclear bomb.

Demitri keeps brushing his hand up and down my back, and it sends a tsunami of tingles rippling through me.

“Better?” he murmurs, his voice now hoarse.

“Uh-huh,” I manage to mumble, overwhelmed by the fact that I’m naked with Demitri. My eyebrows knit together when I feel his cock starting to grow hard against my abdomen.

Oh. My. God. He feels huge.

Still, I can’t make myself move.

Demitri’s hand stills between my shoulder blades, and then he pulls back enough to look at my face.

A blush creeps up my neck as our eyes lock. A tense moment stretches between us, and I expect him to pull away from me, but then a predatory look tightens his features. My ovaries self-destruct from how hot he looks right now with the water trickling down his face.

Demitri moves like a force, shoving me back against the tiles, and then his mouth crashes down on mine. My mind and body are overwhelmed, and it takes me a moment to realize what’s happening.

And then my mind says fuck it all, and my body takes over. When I part my lips and Demitri’s tongue drives into my mouth, all reasoning vanishes into thin air. There’s only the heat between us that’s quickly turning into a blazing inferno.

I reach up and run my hands over his shoulders and neck as I kiss him back with every overwhelming and destructive emotion I feel. I pour the last week’s fear and uncertainty into it. But above all, I admit to myself that I want this. Even if it’s just once.

Even if it’s crazy and wrong.

I give in to my desire as my palms move down Demitri’s chest, and I get to relish the feel of every hard inch of him.

The kiss quickly spirals out of control until it’s a wild tug of teeth and plunging of tongues. The taste of him clouds my mind, and it’s so good, I let out a moan.

Demitri’s hands burn a hot path down to my butt, and then his fingers dig into my skin, and I’m lifted against his body.

He pins me to the tiles, and I wrap my legs around him. Another moan escapes from me when his hard length meets the junction between my thighs.