stood close enough that the steam wrapped around him too.

Marcus rinsed the shampoo from my hair, tilting my head back gently under the spray. Water poured over my breasts, my stomach, between my legs. I felt his gaze follow it.

Ryan reached out slow, giving me every chance to stop him and brushed a wet strand of hair from my cheek. His knuckles grazed my jaw, then the side of my neck. Barely there. But my nipples tightened instantly.

“You okay?” he asked, voice soft.

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

Marcus’s hands settled on my waist, thumbs stroking the skin just above my hips. Still light. Still giving...