Kody stepped toward me with that familiar heat in his hazel-green eyes, his hand rising to cup my cheek—but I moved back, retreating to the edge of the bed with a teasing smile.
That only widened his grin.
I turned away, heading toward the bathroom, thinking I could guide us into something softer, slower. Something romantic.
But I barely made it past the doorway before I felt his hands gripping the curve of my behind.
A sharp gasp escaped me.
He pressed against me, his strong body pinning me to the small tiled wall where the showerhead loomed overhead. My hands braced against the cool surface, my head turning just enough to glimpse him behind me.
And gods, he looked starved for me.
Kody’s fingers spread over the curve of my ass, kneading, teasing—pressing his thick bulge against the
