Alexis.
I only meant to grab a few skincare items.
That was the whole plan.
But the moment I cracked the bathroom door open, I froze. My breath caught in my throat.
Because there he was—Pierce, completely na.ked under the spray of the shower, steam curling around his perfectly sculpted body like it was worshiping him.
My gaze dipped lower, tracing the path of water as it slid over his chest, down the ridges of his abs, and along the sharp lines of his hips.
And then I saw it.
His hand.
Moving.
My heart thudded wildly. Was he je.rking off? Damn, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen! Maybe he’s just rinsing off.
But then came that low, rough groan—deep, se.xy, and straight-up sinful.
I gasped—a tiny, too-eager sound—and instantly clapped a hand over my mouth.
Pierce chuckled.
