Nicky carried her out of the bathroom so fast she gasped.
Water still glistened on their skin, his arms wrapped under her legs and around her back, pressing her close like he was afraid distance might undo everything they'd just shared. She could feel the thrum of his heartbeat against her body, matching the racing in her own chest. His skin was warm from the steam, but his grip was solid, grounding.
Eliana clung to him, breath shallow, the heat of their shower still tingling along every nerve ending. The scent of him, the closeness, the haze of lust that clung between them—it was almost unbearable in the best way. Every inch of her was on edge, raw with anticipation.
He laid her gently on the bed, careful, almost reverent, like she was made of something too soft to bruise. He hovered over her for a heartbeat, and his eyes flicked to her lips like he was about to kiss her again.
