"It's not working," Mara sobbed, her hot mouth seeking the wet, pulsing curve of his throat. "Nico, please, I'm burning up from the inside. Fvck me. Just fvck me, please."
She ground her wet, shivering body directly against the thick, agonizing strain of his erection.
"I can't, Mara," Nico gritted out in a harsh voice as he caught her wrists, holding them away from his neck. "Not right now. Not like this."
"Please," she sobbed; her dark eyes were wild and completely stripped of pride.
"Hold still," he commanded.
With rough hands, he found the hidden zipper of the ruined midnight silk dress. He dragged it down, peeling the heavy, freezing fabric off her shoulders and pushing it past her hips.
The dress dropped to the wet shower floor with a heavy slap, leaving her almost naked and shivering violently in the icy spray.
The sight of her flushed, bare skin under the water shattered another layer of his restraint.
