Page 45 of Crave Me

The water sprang to life in the shower, causing Nyx to clap in delight.

I gaped at her. “What are you…?”

Her dress hit the floor, causing me to lose my voice and whatever words I’d been about to say.

Then she bent to unlace her sandals.

Slowly.

So. Fucking. Slowly.

Providing me with ample time to study every damn inch of her.

This was absolutely a purposeful taunt, one meant to lure me into action. But I refused to take the bait.I have more control than this, Goddess.

When Nyx finally stood up again, her expression was so incredibly innocent that I couldn’t tell if she was just an amazing actress or genuinely unaware of what she was doing to me.

“This is so much nicer than the shower at the hotel,” she mused as she stepped into the glass enclosure and faced me. “May I borrow your shampoo and other essentials?”

My throat felt tight as I tried to answer her. Instead, I ended up giving her a tight nod.

Because fuck.

Fuck.

She was naked. In my room. In the shower.

And yes… yes, the gold shimmer did reach all areas of her body. Including her rosy nipples, which were more of a dusky brown from the gold.

Yet turning rosy again because of the water… washing away the shimmer… in alluring rivets that I want to chase with my tongue.

I cleared my throat and pivoted away from her, needing to regain my sense of control. It wasn’t easy, and the image of her bathing behind me was firmly ingrained in my imagination.

Definitely going to haunt my dreams.

I grabbed some towels for the bathing goddess and set them on the bench near the shower. Then I selected an undershirt and boxers for her to put on once she finished…dancing in my shower.

Because that was exactly what she’d started doing, that hum of hers echoing enchantingly around her as mist began circling her gyrating form.

“I…” I trailed off, my throat tight again.

“Hmm?” She faced me, her hands in her glorious hair as she massaged some of my shampoo into it.

Now she’s going to smell like me, too.

Damn it.

“I’m going to bed.” My voice was harsher than I’d intended, but fuck, I had a fucking goddess naked and singing in my shower. “We’ll talk about your clothes in the morning.”

I didn’t wait for her to agree, instead closing the door to my bathroom behind me and leaning back against it with a low growl.

This was a very bad plan. One I clearly did not think through.

I should just go sleep on the couch.

Instead, I opted for the bed.

I’ll just pretend to be asleep when she’s done.At best, it would give me a private chance to evaluate her—a moment of her not being aware of me observing her. At worst, she’d try to seduce me while I slept.