Once the water runs clear of soap suds, Ryker pulls open the heavy glass door. He steps out, goosebumps rising across his naked body as the cool air of the bathroom hits his damp skin. He stalks toward the nearby cabinet that holds a collection of towels, retrieving a thick bath sheet from the top shelf, shaking it open, before holding it out toward me.
I step out tentatively, shivering as the heat of the shower gives way to the chill of the room. I inch toward him, the firefighter meeting me halfway, his large hands guiding the towel around my waist. He tucks in the corner securely, his knuckles grazing my skin, before he lifts his hands to my face, cupping my cheek and leaning in,pressing his lips to mine.
‘Don’t leave before I get done’ he murmurs, staring into my eyes.
I swallow har
