The bathroom was steamy, air thick with heat and moisture. Maia and Aiden were tangled up in the bathtub, limbs slipping and sliding over each other as if the slick surface under them was the only thing keeping them grounded. Maia's bra clung to her skin, wet and transparent, and Aiden's bare chest glistened with the same water that dripped off her. His grip on her waist was firm, keeping her locked in place, and they were wrestling—no, not wrestling—something deeper. Something more dangerous than just a fight.
Aiden's breath was ragged, his voice a low growl as he pulled Maia closer. "You sure about this?" he muttered, his mouth brushing against her neck. His lips sent a shiver through her whole body, but Maia didn't flinch. She didn't pull away. She dug her nails into his shoulders, gripping him tighter. She knew what he was asking, but that question didn't matter anymore. Not now.