Maybe now I can sleep.
Then I sense movement. A shift in the air. The feeling of being watched.
My gaze immediately lands on a figure in the doorway.
Noel.
He’s leaning against the doorframe with one shoulder, arms crossed over his bare chest, wearing only low-slung gray pajama pants that hang dangerously low on his hips. And there’s a massive erection tenting the fabric, impossible to miss even in the dim lighting.
His hand drops to rub himself through the material, slow and deliberate, and the expression on his face makes my breath catch all over again.
Pure primal hunger. Raw need. Savage desire barely held in check.
His blue eyes are locked on me with an intensity that feels physical.
“Noel!” The word comes out as a squeak. I instinctively pull back farther into the water, my legs slamming shut, arms crossing over my breasts even though he’s already seen everything. “I didn’t… How long have you been standing there?”
He doesn’t answer immediately. Just strolls into the room with that predatory grace that makes him seem more animal than man, and every hair on my body stands up.
“Long enough to watch you come apart.” He steps closer to the edge of the tub, towering over me, and I have to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact. “You’re making this so much harder on yourself, sweetheart. Fighting what your body needs. What it’s screaming for.”
“I’m not?—”
“You are.” He crouches down so we’re at eye level, and the movement has his pajama pants straining even more across his erection. “What you need is a huge Alpha cock inside you. Your body is calling for it, screaming for it, actually, from the pheromones you’re putting out. And you’re denying yourself what you desperately need.” His eyes rake over what he can see of me through the water. “Even that beautiful orgasm I just watched you have? It’s not going to satisfy you. Not really. You already feel it coming back, don’t you?”
Heat floods my entire body, my face, my chest, spreading downward, but he’s absolutely right, and we both know it.
The ache is already returning, the satisfaction from my orgasm fading faster than it should. My body is already rampingback up, demanding more than my fingers or water jets could ever provide.
And damn him for standing there looking so arrogant and correct, all corded muscle and masculine beauty, his long brown hair falling messily around his face and over his broad shoulders, those intense blue eyes that seem to see straight through every defense I’ve ever built.
The moonlight coming through the frosted window highlights the planes and valleys of his muscular torso, the intricate tattoos covering his arms and chest, the defined V of his hips disappearing into those pajama pants.
He’s gorgeous. They all are. And my body knows exactly what it craves.
“So what do you suggest?” I ask, aiming for teasing and confident, but the words come out breathless and needy and desperate.
Noel’s pupils dilate, swallowing the blue until just a ring remains.
That question, that surrender hidden in those five words, is all the invitation he needs.
He rises to his full height and goes to shut the door behind him with a soft click that sounds impossibly loud.
Then his hands go to the waistband of his pajama pants, thumbs hooking under the elastic, and he pushes them down his hips in one smooth, unhurried motion.
His cock springs free, and I actually gasp out loud.
His cock is thick and long, curving slightly upward, and a prominent vein runs down the entire length, visibly pulsing even from several feet away. The head is flushed dark red and slick with precum that’s been leaking. His balls are heavy and pulled tight against his body, and his entire physique is absolutely spectacular, with muscles everywhere, broad shoulders thatcould carry the world, defined abs that flex with each breath, powerful thighs.
The tattoos covering his arms and chest seem to move and shift in the dim lighting, and I dream about tracing them with my tongue, desperate to explore every inch of him.
I shudder involuntarily. My entire body vibrates so intensely that it’s almost painful.
Lily’s voice echoes in my head—You deserve tenderness, sis, to be loved so loudly it drowns out everything else. So let those guys adore you.
I lean back against the tub’s edge, forcing myself to meet his burning gaze despite how vulnerable I feel at being completely naked in this water with him looking at me like that.
“So are you getting in already, or what?” I say brazenly. My attempt at a sexy grin probably looks desperate, but honestly, I might actually cry from how badly I need him right now.
