CLARA'S POV
He answered by tracing a path south and cupping my pubic bone with his other hand. One finger moved and my eyes nearly crossed.
"What?" His eyes heated on me.
I stood in the steamy shower with golden eyes on me, with one of his warm hands covering my heart and the other cupping my core. I forgot how to think. He was big and dark and most definitely dangerous. Defined strength showed in the tight muscles and light smattering of dark hair across his chest, as well as in the set of his jaw and focus of his gaze. The hard planes of his face flushed over deepened hollows, stamping him with a predatory look that lived naturally on him.
And I wanted him.
I was a woman who lived in my head but now my body spoke louder. Hell, it screamed. I took the smallest step forward and reached up with both hands to tangle my fingers in his thick hair. I tugged his head down and took his mouth with feminine demand.
