Colt watched Geli as she sat up in the bathtub, her back toward him. She didn’t see him or hear him and he stood motionless to make sure she did neither.

She reached up to wind her long, coal, black tresses above her head and he caught a glimpse of the side of her firm breast. His body reacted—his whole frame going taut with need.

She sighed in contentment and stretched.

Gods, what that stretch does to her body should be illegal.

Then she stood up in the tub, water sluicing down her back as she exposed her whole back and body to his hungry gaze.

A lock of that night-colored hair slid down her back and he was helpless. He had to follow it with his eyes. The pair of jeans he was wearing suddenly felt like a vice around his cock. The traitorous body part had gone as hard as titanium.

He watched as that curl slid down her perfect pale skin, past her gently curved waist, and came to rest on the apex of the most beautiful ass he had ever seen.

His fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to take the three steps it would take to get to her. He wanted to spin her around and crush her against the erection her perfect body created, but he wouldn’t do that. No, she wasn’t going to get that from him ever again.

She bent at the waist to reach for something on the floor, exposing the perfect curve of her ass and a glimpse of her sex. He must have groaned aloud because Geli shot up straight, turned, and screeched, trying to cover her whole body with her hands. She took a step back, her foot catching the edge of the tub, and she fell.

Colt reacted, reaching Angelica and pulling her into his arms. He lifted her out the tub and crushed her to his chest.

“Careful, Gelibean, you might fall and hurt yourself.”