Soft, feminine forms moulded themselves far too perfectly to his taut muscles. Between hot, demanding, and lustful kisses, the heavy fabrics of his clothes had already joined Eve's dress, lace underwear, and nylon stockings. While Eve had at least thrown her things into a pile, his clothes lay scattered in a hopeless mess in the bathroom.

While Eve peeled the fabric from his skin, Ryker helped her to get back on her feet. They stood closely together in front of the steamed-up window of the cubicle, behind which the drops were pattering on the tiles.

His breath was heavy and felt as hot as fire when he released his lips from hers so they could catch their breath. Eve's sweet breath came towards him. Her lips, slightly swollen and reddened from his kisses, literally invited him to give in to his desire and retake possession of her.

Desire sparkled in the blue-grey eyes that had just glided over the young woman's soft skin and absorbed everything they saw. Ryker meant what he had said: She was beautiful in his eyes. And not only that. She was... damn sexy. He desired her. And damn, more than once, he'd seen her bum in her jeans and imagined what it would be like to slide his hand into her waistband. What would it sound like when she sang her song to a man?

A dark rumble rose in his chest, fuelled by feelings he had kept hidden for far too long and now washing over him like a flood. His reason sank into the torrent, far from the saving shore of any clear thought.

Shit. He had always stayed within the walls of loyalty and morality. 'He shouldn't be doing this. She was still married. He knew so little. She'd been drinking and not in short supply. What if she wouldn't forgive him for his lies? He should pull himself together.' Now those stones were crumbling at breakneck speed, and the nudge of her tongue, her fingers sliding over his hardened muscles, washed away any nascent doubt.

The sound of his staggering steps mingled with the soft splashing of the heavy drops that pattered incessantly from the silver shower head onto the tiles. Light vapors rose, leaving a film of mist in the air, fogging up the glass panes and not receding even when he pushed the door open with a quick jerk.

The pane trembled under the violent jerk. But he couldn't have cared less about that. Just as little as the warm jets of water that touched his skin as they stumbled into the shower cubicle in a tight embrace.

The moment was surreal. He felt himself flying and falling simultaneously as the soft body in his arms sank against the steamy tiles. He followed the pull of her arms wrapped around his neck.

His stiff, toned muscles, covered in dark tattoo lines, sank against the soft, feminine curves like hard steel on soft pillows. Two opposites, they complemented each other perfectly, as if they were made for each other.

Ray's breathing was heavy under the racing heartbeat in his chest while the small jets of water hit his skin repeatedly. Rivulets that ran down his body like small streams broke on her fingertips, slowly traveling from his neck over his shoulders and from there over his back. They left an invisible trail of tingling, hot sparks that spread under his skin right into his nerves. Every touch was like a new little electric shock that returned all his muscles like the strings of an instrument.

"Eve," his voice wrapped her name in a very special inflection, like a gift meant just for her. Darker and rougher while he sank into her shining eyes.

Not covered by a milky veil, Eve's green-blue eyes looked at him with a completely different kind of intoxication. It was no longer the same heavy curtain that alcohol had spread over her. It was a different glamour—the type that a man wanted to see, the type that affected the hungry beast inside him like a bloody steak in front of a wolf's nose.

Her cheeks were heated, but not from the warmth of the water caressing her skin. The red, soft cushion of her lips, which he had just sealed with his, was swollen. The tip of her tongue peeked out cheekily between them, and the sweet red tip fell over the pink cushion as if Eve wanted to pluck the flavor before the water could wash it away.

This small, seemingly insignificant gesture hit him like a punch, further weakening his self-control. What was she doing to him?

He hadn't let a woman get close to him for years and had avoided all advances. But never before had he felt like he did now. Kisses didn't trigger this storm in him, and touching didn't ignite a fire like the one that threatened to consume him at that moment.

Kaylen awakened something in him—a dark side he hadn't even realized he possessed. He needed to have her all to himself, to hold and protect her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

It took everything he had to pull those few inches away from her, and a part of his soul sighed regretfully as the feel of her skin peeled away from his. He would have loved to devour her here and now. His muscles were stretched to breaking point, as were his nerves. His gaze was clouded with silent greed as he reached for the small bottle on the sideboard.

"What...?" Eve murmured softly and blinked, obviously irritated that he had interrupted her sensual dance.

Ryker's eyes slid over the sight with sweet pleasure. The water had soaked Eve's hair and curled it into thick strands. They lay like liquid rubies on her pale skin, adorning the shapely curves of her shoulders and breasts.

Putting his palms together, he rubbed them briefly with the soap and felt the soft, white foam before gently cupping her hand in his and pulling her back against his body from the steamy tiles.

"You said you wanted a shower..." he purred like a feline predator at the sight of a delicious white rabbit. "Turn round..."

He led her as if in a dance, tenderly but firmly. Eve swallowed, and he savored the way her breasts rose and fell under his heavy, lustful breaths. The rosy tips were seductively erect, and the delicious sight of her turning around didn't make things any easier.

"Hmmm, I could get used to this," her voice murmured, raspy with the lust that crackled in the air between them.

Ray let out a soft laugh that made his body tremble before he pulled the beautiful woman towards him until her back brushed against his chest. His erect hardness pressed against her bum, and Ray couldn't help a moan of pleasure that rolled over his lips and mingled with the sound of the water.

A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips like sugar when his hands finally touched her skin. Ray felt her tension beneath the soft skin. Tense muscles briefly twitched slightly as the rough fingers settled on them, and the soft forms slowly began to stroke. As if they had all the time in the world, he felt his way over her hips to her stomach, and her breathing became intermittent.

"Relax," Ray whispered behind the more petite woman, lowering his lips to the crook of her shoulder and neck to distract her from her concerns. God, he had to hold back, and she still doubted he desired her? As if to dispel these doubts, he pressed his pulsating hardness a little more firmly between her buttocks and began to rub himself against her.

"You're beautiful..."

He would tell her a hundred or a thousand times if he had to. His hands spread the white foam over her body before sliding higher to wash the traces of the past drink accident and any trace of the slippery doctor's touch from her skin.