Chapter 26: Just the Tip... of My Wallet
Nash sat on the sofa, naked, arms loose at his sides as he cooled off. His chest still rose with residual tension, but his mind was already shifting, trying to settle, to the next plan.
Then he looked up.
Amara stepped out of the steamy bathroom, naked and glistening.
She didn’t rush. Didn’t cover herself. Her hips swayed with practiced rhythm, but her skin was still flushed from the bath, fresh and pink around the shoulders, glowing across her thighs.
Wet strands of hair clung to her neck and collarbone.
Droplets traced her curves, between the soft weight of her breasts, down the smooth plane of her stomach, sliding between her legs with teasing invitation.
She smelled like bath mist and heated skin. A clean, soft-sweet scent that made his throat tighten.
She paused a few steps from him, lips parted in a half-smile.
"Still have time, right?" Her voice was smooth, eyes gleaming. "If you want another round... just making sure you’re still interested."
Her tone was light. Casual. But her body said otherwise, tight, aroused, already twitching.
Nash’s eyes flicked toward her, already tempted. Her body practically begged for attention. The way her chest rose, the gleam of her piercing, the slight shift in her hips, the tilt of her head.
He was about to answer, was about to give in, when something pulsed at the edge of his vision.