"I want you... right now."
The words barely registered in Lorenzo's ears, not because he didn't hear her—but because they hit him like a punch to the gut as he carried her out of the water, drenched and trembling in his arms.
"Where are you going?" Ashley asked, her voice low, impatient, hungry.
"Home," he growled, setting her down just long enough to tug on his trousers with frantic urgency. "I want you to feel safe."
The area might have been secluded, but it wasn't safe—not for what he was about to do to her. He couldn't risk another eye witnessing what belonged only to him.
Without another word, he scooped her up again, grabbing her gown and striding toward the car like a man possessed. Warmth bloomed in ashley's chest at his thoughtfulness.
Inside, the air thickened with heat and unspoken need. Ashley's thighs pressed together, the ache between them growing stronger. Biting her lip, her fingers inched downward, craving relief.
