Goddamn, you feel so good…
Nathan looked menacingly sexy in just his jeans. But his dark hair was wild, and his eyebrows were drawn together in a fierce frown. Aura gulped and fought the urge to step back into the safety of the bathroom, slam the door shut and lock it once again.
His frown deepened. “Are you hurt?”
Only her heart. “I’m fine.” She looked pointedly at his hands gripping her shoulders. “Now if you’ll let me pass?”
Something flashed in his eyes. “Hell, Aura, don’t hide from me.” And grasping the little towel covering her, he pulled it apart to expose her naked body to his gaze.
“Nathan!” She grabbed for the towel, but he let it fall to the ground and clamped strong hands on her shoulders again, holding her still.
“I need to know you’re not bruised,” he muttered, and his gaze travelled over her rapidly heating skin, taking in her swollen breasts and hard nipples standing to attention for him.
Burning with embarrassment, she pressed her thighs together. Please don’t let him guess it was to hide the wetness pooling there. The way he was devouring her with his eyes like he wanted to thrust deep into her again, had her stomach turning somersaults.
She shifted nervously on her feet. “Please, Nathan…”
His eyes snapped back to her face, his irises dark and smoky, and her breath caught in her throat.
He was going to kiss her.
And she wanted him to. . .