Again and again.
Her head turned slightly at the sound. Her lips curved. She didn’t stop singing. If anything, her voice dipped lower, a sultry note curling in the air.
I stepped inside.
She turned to face me fully now, the mist swirling around her like she was some goddess of the bathhouse. The lace clung to her skin, framing her curves. The panties—f**k. They were tiny. Crotchless. A deliberate kind of wickedness.
My hands clenched at my sides. Tangerine, shoved at my ribs. ‘Take. Claim. Mate.’
I couldn’t help it.
I crossed the space between us and pressed my palms to her hips, the lace soft under my fingers, the warmth of her skin bleeding through. I bent my head and kissed her throat, her pulse fluttering under my mouth.
She gasped, but it wasn’t surprise. It was a sound like sh
