I watched her from the doorway, the steam from the shower room curling around her like a veil. Katalina Kyle’s body moved with a mesmerizing rhythm, each stroke of the scrub brush revealing the strength in her muscles, the grace in her curves. The water clung to her, making every inch of her glisten in the dim light. I couldn’t just stand there. The sight of her struggling, the tension in her every movement, pulled me in like a magnet. Without thinking, I stepped closer, the heat from the water mingling with the heat rising between us. Let me help you, I murmured, my voice thick with need. I reached out, my hand brushing against hers as I took the scrub brush from her. The moment our skin touched, a jolt of electricity surged through me, igniting a fire that I knew wouldn’t be easily extinguished.
