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Dark jeans that clung to his powerful thighs, the knees ripped out.
Skin.
Good God, skin.
My alcohol-numbed feet moved on their own—I swear on all things holy.
How many times had I lain in bed, listening to Gideon shower? How many times had I imagined what he did in there? Shamefully wondered who he thought of whenever a hint of a groan reached my ears.
Too many.
But I’d never been buzzed enough to give into the fantasy of sneaking a better peek of what I’d only seen once before. Strong hand gripping his hard length. Head tipped back, prominent Adam’s apple, lower lip between his teeth, eyes hooded while he stared at me.
I’d fantasized over that memory countless times, and yet I hated the jackass whenever he sauntered by me in tight T-shirts that showed off his upper body as well as those low-slung gray sweats that left nothing to the imagination.
The shower door had steamed over, but I could make out the shadowed image of Gideon beyond. Water from the showerhead poured over him, and rivulets of rushing liquid dripping from his long hair soaked over closed eyes and his scruff-lined jaw, snaking along every dip and valley of muscle beneath.
My mouth dried even as sweat broke over my brow and warmth rushed to wet my core.
The perfect amount of chest hair…a narrow line of it leading down over his abs, straight to the hard dick he held in his hand…
Holy. Shit.
A more delicious sight than I’d remembered. Thighs squeezing involuntarily, I gulped the sudden rush of drool, the noise loud in my ears. His hand paused, freezing me in place.
Caught. Fuck, I’m caught again.
Couldn’t. Move.
“Come here, princess,” his low voice caused goosebumps to prickle over my bare arms.
I couldn’t resist the crackling energy radiating off him.
Powerless once more, my feet—autopilot, I swear—took me forward, my shaking hand silently pushing the bathroom door in. I loathed the fact he opened the shower’s glass enclosure, letting out a rush of steam and giving me a full-frontal view to die for.
To salivate over.
Those sweats of his had filled my mind with an image of what lay beneath, but my memory didn’t do him justice. Long and thick, his cock jutted toward me, his balls tight up against his groin.
And his hand.
I swallowed hard, mesmerized with how he squeezed the base of his length and pulled upward, around the swollen head and back down all while the rain showerhead trickled water over his hard body.
“You look hungry.”
I jerked my focus upward, scowling at the smirk on his lips. “Fuck off, Gideon.”
“That’s what I was doing until I was so rudely interrupted, but the sight of you in nothing but a tank top and panties? Definitely spanking material.” He started to stroke himself again, but I refused to drop my gaze.
Who the hell was I kidding? He held me captive with those blue eyes, hooded and full of lust, the kind that kicked my hormones into hyperdrive. I understood Jenny wanting to climb him like a tree. I thoroughly understood her wanting to be rid of that V-card.
I ached for it.
Gideon stepped closer, hovering at the shower door’s edge. Head tipping back, he peered down at me.
Mere feet away.
I could reach out and touch…
