After Serena Stanton drove away, Adrian went to take a cold shower.
In the shower, water streamed down from the showerhead, crashing onto him.
The man lifted his hand, running it through his wet, black hair, droplets tracing a bright, glistening arc in the humid air.
Cold water ran down his sharp brow and nose bridge, washing over his broad shoulders, slender waist, and the sculpted lines of his abs.
He tilted his head back, breathing heavily, Adam's apple bobbing, chest muscles tensed and rising with each breath. Adrian's right hand hung at his side, gripping tightly, water splattering against the tiled wall with every movement.
A bright, delicate face was etched in his mind; her eyes clear yet holding infinite allure, captivating beyond words.
Not long ago, her legs had been separated by him, her whole body pressed against his.
The sultry timbre of her moaning his name, the faint whimpers spilling from her lips, that kiss-dampened, vividly red mouth…
