Her thighs were slick—not from the water, but from her. Aching, dripping, swollen with need that had never fully been sated.

He looked up at her.

Water streamed over his face, his hair plastered to his forehead. His eyes were dark, hungry.

"Tess," he rasped.

Her heart melted. His eyes were not only full of hunger, but also full of so much tenderness it almost melted her soul.

She felt seen. Bare. Naked to his eyes. And safe.

When he called her name, she opened her mouth but couldn't answer, enthralled by him, intoxicated by everything he was doing.

She could only grip his shoulders for balance, her knees threatening...