His senses sharpened until every brush of cloth on his skin heightened the tension coiling inside him. His cock twitched, straining with need as he stood there, bare before her.
"Damn," he growled under his breath, raking a hand through his hair. Right now, all he could think about was Addison, claiming her, mating with her, pouring every bit of himself into her.
But the reminder that they had more pressing matters to deal with kept him in check. He forced himself to let his body calm down, even though every nerve still burned with desire for Addison.
After finishing his wipe-down, he slipped into clean clothes, then returned to her side. Scooping her gently into his arms, he carried her back to where they had been before, moving as though nothing had happened.
