Chapter 59

Chase took several surreptitious breaths, willing his pulse to slow and his heart to stop pounding. At this rate, he’d collapse on the spot if it kept thumping with such ferocity.

"What?"

Amaya’s tentative smile had him gripping the door jamb to stop her from striding across the bathroom, sweeping her out of the bath, and holding her close.

Thankfully, only her head was visible; the rest of her delectable body submerged under a bubble cover that threatened to spill out onto the black-and-white tiled floor. Not that the bubbles hampered his imagination. He could picture exactly what delights were hidden beneath those bubbles, and the images weren’t helping his heart rate.

"Yeah, I couldn’t stay away."

"And why is that?"

He sighed.

"I just can’t."

"I'm glad."

Her tongue flicked out to moisten her bottom lip in a totally innocuous gesture that slammed into his consciousness like a bull ramming a gate in mating season.

"Are you?"

Chase was too old to play guessing games and too wound to f