Sloane's POV
I wanted to refuse, but this whole situation was too embarrassing. Getting back to my room seemed like the fastest way to escape it all.
"I can go back myself, thanks," I snapped, pushing Vincenzo away as I headed for my room.
Just as I was about to slam the door shut, his hand caught it. He slipped inside smoothly and locked the door behind him.
I needed a shower to clean up, but having Vincenzo here set me on edge. I stood there hesitating, unsure if I should step into the bathroom.
While I was debating, his strong arms wrapped around my waist. He pressed me against the wall with his muscular body. His burning touch sent shivers down my spine as his hands roamed over me.
"Instead of a shower," he purred, "why don't you let me clean you up myself?"
As his fingers graze
