His hard-on rubbed against her stomach, instantly welling a heat in between her legs. He walked back into the bathroom, put her down, and stepped into the steaming water.

“Nothing to say, Miss Mia?” His head tilted and gave her a look hotter than the scorching stream behind him. Dark stubble. Dark eyes. Dangerous scar under his eye. A triple threat. But nothing she was scared of.

Water sprayed around his head, but she was stuck in place. He was a risk. A delicious, enticing risk. But one nonetheless.

Colby extended his hand from the shower. Rough and calloused, and damn if she didn’t already know how perfect it would feel against her.

“Come here. I need you next to me.” His voice was an embrace to her fears.

Where she’d been sarcastic and standoffish, Colby was honest and contemplative. Those weren’t the attributes that she knew of him, yet they made perfect sense. She was losing the emotional battle that he didn’t realize she was waging. Without questioning him again, she stepped into his embrace.

“That’s my girl. Such a beauty.” He pushed the hair off of her cheeks, tucking it behind her ears.

The water burned. It was a shade cooler than unbearable, and she pushed into his protective broad chest to escape its sear. His hands trailed from the nape of her neck to cup her bottom, his fingers curling along her backside. She softened into him, lips brushing his chest. He spun them around in one flash move, shielding her from the boiling waterfall, and pressing her against the cold, wet tiles.

The man was on a mission of seduction, and he was winning. Every cell, every inch of her skin readied to beg for him. Ravenous hunger shredded her mind. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and they pressed into his scratchy chest hair for blistering relief. Her ultra-sensitized body swayed against him for the full effect of his firm physique and heavy cock. She was sore from earlier, but it didn’t stop her most intimate muscles from firing to life again.

His breath teased her ear. His perspiration washed off, and she caught the taste of it on her lips. Strong arms wrapped around her, enveloping her. He smelled of their climaxes.

“Christ. I can’t get enough of you.” His words cracked against her neck. His teeth rasped her, shooting sparks down her spine.

She fingered his cheeks, the rough stubble of the day’s worth of growth abrading her palms. She wanted to explore his chest, his abdomen, but he was pressed so close she couldn’t. Instead, she savored the engorgement rubbing between them. She needed to feel this. To feel him. On her. Inside her. However she could get him.