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I purse my lips as I think about the offer. Although I’ve already been more vulnerable with him this morning than I was expecting to be, something about taking a shower with him just so he can keep taking care of me feels more…intimate.

This is so much at once, and I don’t know how to process it.

“Please,” Ryker adds, his eyes softening as he looks at me.

I sigh because he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Who knew you had manners?”

I didn’t know it was possible, but his smile gets even wider. “Keep being a good girl and you’ll find out that I’m actually very polite when I want to be.”

I rub my lips together in an attempt to fight a smile. “Fine. But it’s just a shower.”

He nods before taking a step closer to me. “Yeah. Just a shower.” His smirk makes me wonder if he means what he’s saying at all.

“I’m serious, Ryker,” I tell him, unable to fight smiling any longer. Despite my words, my entire body heats at the prospectof seeing him naked again. It’s been months. I can’t pretend to not be excited to see all of him again.

“Mm-hmm. Me too.”

Before I can say anything else, he sweeps me off my feet and carries me toward the bathroom. I laugh the entire time, forgetting all about how miserable I felt only hours ago.

THIRTY-FIVE

RYKER

“Arms up,”I tell Camille, my eyes scanning her face carefully to make sure she’s still okay with me taking a shower with her.

“I had a fever, but my arms still work. I can take my shirt off.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Arms up,” I repeat. We stand in front of the shower as the water heats up.

Camille rolls her eyes at me, but she does as she’s told. Slowly, she lifts her arms above her head and keeps them there.

I swallow, trying to keep my desire for her in check. My offer to shower with her was strictly aboveboard. I have no plans to try anything, but the sight in front of me is so beautiful that it’s hard not to look. I grab the hem of her tank top and begin to coax it up her body. Our eyes stay locked as I lift the fabric up inch by inch. The only time we stop looking at one another is when I have to pull the fabric over her head to remove it.

She takes a shaky breath in as she stands in front of me in nothing but a pair of underwear. I fight the urge to let my gaze drop, to take in the sight of her perfect body and commit it to memory. Instead, I ball up the fabric of her tank top and toss it to the floor.

Keeping my gaze on hers, I hook my fingers into the sides of my briefs and pull the fabric down my thighs. I step out of them and kick them to the side.

Camille’s eyes stay locked on mine for only a moment before she looks down. It takes everything in me to stay in control when her tongue peeks out to wet her lips.

I clear my throat.

Her eyes go wide and find mine once again.

Busted.

I cock my head to the side and smile. “Like what you see, princess?”

Her cheeks begin to turn pink. I fucking love it.

“I was just…” Her words drift off as her eyebrows furrow together on her forehead.

“You can look all you want,” I tell her, trying to ignore the ache of my cock. I’m hard, something she obviously knows after her little peek a moment ago. “You can see what you do to me without even touching me.”

She sucks in a deep breath.

I laugh, loving how reactive she is. Maybe she was good at hiding her desire before, but right now, she’s terrible at it.

Slowly, I grab the fabric of her underwear on either side of her hips and begin to coax them off her as well. I kneel down, making sure she stays steady on her feet as she steps out of one side and then the other.