The wet fabric slid against my skin, slow, heavy, falling lower until it pooled at my feet in a soaked heap.
Maximus sucked in a sharp breath, his head whipping back toward me as though he couldn’t stop himself.
His eyes landed on my breasts.
They darkened instantly, that molten, feral blue deepening with desire so sharp it scorched me from across the room.
He forced his gaze back to the towel, his throat working as he swallowed hard. “Take it,” he rasped again. “So you don’t catch cold.”
But I didn’t take it.
I took a step toward him instead, my voice husky, low. “There are other ways to keep warm.”
His head snapped toward me, eyes locking on mine. A warning blazed there, fierce and desperate.
“Emilia…”
I closed the distance. My bare chest brushed against the heat of his damp ski
