Thirty minutes later.
Axel emerged from the bathroom carrying Evelyn in his arms. She was wrapped in a large towel, her damp hair spilling softly over her shoulders, while he wore nothing but a towel around his hips.
Evelyn hid her face in the curve of his neck, her cheeks warm from embarrassment.
The steam still clung to their skin, and the faint scent of soap lingered in the air.
She couldn't believe what had just happened... or how creative this man could get when he set his mind to it.
They try so many positions to make love, even imagining it makes her embarrassed.
"Axel…" she whispered, her voice breathless. "Put me down. I can walk."
He chuckled, his tone low and teasing. "I know you can, but you're still limping, Eve."
Her lips curved into a small smile. "Thanks to you, Mr. Knight. My legs are sore. I want to sleep..."
He smiled, unbothered by her tone, and carried her to the bed. He lay her down gently, brushing his lips against hers in a soft kiss.
