She didn’t think he was going to actually be in the shower. She’d woken up, stiff and sore, to the sound of running water. Serena’s first instinct was to search for Max, and when she didn’t see him, her gaze had gone straight to the bathroom. Maybe he’s found something drove her to her feet, compelled her across the room, had her opening the door. But as soon as she saw the pale sculpture of his muscled back, she froze.
This most definitely wasn’t what she’d expected.
Without his shirt on, there was no denying the power of his broad shoulders, or the way they tapered down to his tight ass, or the firm thighs she’d only felt through denim. The feeling of being trapped in a B-movie on Skin-emax was only exacerbated when he turned to look at her. Because then she got a full view of his thic
