Travis was still holding her waist as he rose. Moments later, Catherine felt her feet leave the floor as he lifted her into his arms. She clung to his shoulders as he stepped out of the bathroom and gently laid her on the bed, seemingly indifferent to the fact that she was still soaking wet.
Catherine swallowed hard as she met his fiery, piercing gaze. It felt as though he were looking right through her. She instinctively backed away as he stripped off his damp shirt. Her breath hitched when he unbuckled his belt, undid the buttons, and lowered the zipper of his trousers, pulling them down along with his briefs.
Travis stood before her, hard and throbbing with a visible, primal need. Catherine’s lips parted, her eyes locked on him as he began to stroke himself. She watched as he grew eve
