Worth The Risk. Zara Cox

to hold my gaze in the sultry bathroom. ‘Say please,’ I commanded.

      His sinful lips slowly parted as he reached out and swiped a slow hand across the glass, clearing a swathe of condensation. His gaze bore deeper into mine, before dropping down my body, and I watched him suck in a pained breath. His eyes were twin pools of turbulent hunger when they met mine again. ‘Please,’ he gritted out.

      My hands were nowhere near steady as I plucked a towel off the heated rail and took a step towards the stall door.

      The steam was fast dissipating, revealing more of Gideon’s mouth-watering body. In another minute he’d be fully exposed to me.

      For another tense few seconds, we stared at each other.

      Then those sleek fingers pushed the glass door open and, eyes still holding mine, he held out his hand.

      My arm extended but I didn’t let go. Couldn’t. We stayed connected, our breathing turning more frantic as seconds ticked by.

      When he snapped the towel from my fingers it was like a gunshot in the heated room.

      I didn’t linger to watch him wrap the towel around his lean hips, or step out of the stall. But as I walked away, I knew I’d never been more turned on in my life. Never wanted to fuck another man the way I wanted to fuck Gideon Mortimer.