Althea hesitated but only for a second.
Then, slowly, she moved, climbing onto his lap. Her knees sank into the warm water, straddling him. Her breath caught as her bare skin brushed his. Gavriel didn’t touch her.
Not yet.
But the way his eyes dragged over her, slow, deliberate, heated, made her feel like she was already being consumed. Her cheeks flushed a deep red. Not from the heat of the bathwater, but from the solid pressure she felt beneath her, hard and unmistakable, grazing between her thighs.
She gasped softly.
“Urghhh,” Gavriel growled low in his throat, his hands finally rising, gripping her waist with firm possession.
His eyes were still locked onto hers. Dark. Burning. Devouring. A storm held barely in check.
“You feel that?” he muttered, voice like gravel. “That’s what
