ion was

clothes-anything to keep herself busy. Anything to avoid thinking about the kiss. About hi

was u

ape. She hated herself for it. She hated the way her pulse spiked at the thought of him. She

rained from fighting a battle sh

htub. Hot water. Lavender oil.

he water, letting it envelop her, her head tipping back against the edge. She

th

k at t

open. Panic se

s voice came, lo

of the tub, water lapping at her skin. "Go aw

e soft click of

ught she'd turne

or swu

d casually against the door, his gaze sweeping the roo

lower in the tub, arms crossing

ngering on the steam rising around her,

ike this," he murmured, voice

o respect," she whispered furiou

y watching you squirm when

tuttered. "Y

m

ep echoed in the tiled room. Elena's chest heaved,

ose enough that she could feel his breath. "Tell me to leave," he said

s were right there. But t

arched hers

so," he

surface, then brushing lightly against her knee

ered, torn between

them. His touch was deliberate, slow, teas

gh. "Hungry for something he hasn't given you in months. I

orked, but n

ter and flesh alike. Elena's resolve cracked. Her eyes

und und

t, devouring. The kiss was wet and desperate, their l

pulling him closer. His hand gripped her jaw, tilting her head to de

lipped higher beneath the water,

oaned, half pro

he growled against her lips,

in her chest-but her body betrayed her again,

y against hers. His T-shirt soaked instantly, clinging to his sculpted ches

orn between resist

whispered, tears sp

His voice was dark, broken

he co

ashing her lips back to his. The kiss was wild, frantic, y

ching the last barrier of her resistance. His touch s

steamy bathroom, hal

Elena knew-there

crossed

n't want to