Alexia's POV
His lips trailed down my neck, sucking lightly before biting just enough to make my knees wobble.
"You're not tired yet, are you?" he murmured, his voice thick with amusement and something darker—something needier.
I barely had time to respond before he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head against the slick tiles, his body pressing into mine. My breath caught as his hardened length rubbed against my thigh, teasing, tempting.
"Aiden…" My voice was a whisper, but it carried more meaning than I intended.
His darkened eyes flicked up to mine, searching, challenging.
"You say my name like that, and you think I'll be able to stop?" His grip on my wrists tightened slightly.
I swallowed hard, feeling the heat of him everywhere—his breath against my skin, his rough hands exploring, his body pushing me closer to losing every ounce of self-control I had left.
The shower continued to pour over us, but I barely felt it anymore. All I felt was him.
