The motel bathroom door creaked open, releasing a cloud of steam into the dingy room. I stepped out with nothing but a scratchy towel wrapped around me, droplets of water still clinging to my skin. My heart was hammering so hard I was sure Ronan could hear it.
Ronan was sprawled on the bed, his perfect body covered only by a pair of black boxer briefs that left little to the imagination. His eyes tracked my movement, dark and hungry.
"Better?" he asked, his voice rough.
I clutched the towel tighter. "Much. Nothing like a hot shower after being soaked to the bone in freezing rain."
God, I sounded ridiculous. Like we were discussing the weather instead of dancing around the electric tension between us.
"I should probably..." I gestured vaguely toward my bag, where my clean clothes waited.
Ronan made no move to look away. "Probably."
I cleared my throat. "Maybe we could watch some TV while we wait for the storm to pass?"
