ADELE’S POV

The steam swirled around us, thick and hot, but it had nothing on the heat in Lucien’s eyes. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. In one smooth blur of motion, his shirt hit the floor, pants followed, and then the glass door slid open. Warm water sprayed over his bare skin as he stepped in, crowding me back until my shoulders met the cool tile wall.

He pinned me there with his body—hard, wet, and so very naked. His hands braced on either side of my head, caging me in. Water poured down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, dripping from his dark hair onto...