"Don't move!"

Coming home late from work, I was sneaking a shower in the shared bathroom of my rental when a warm body suddenly pressed up against me.

His rough palm clamped over my mouth, pinning me against the cold tile. He held me there against the damp wall, his skin burning hot against my back as he let out a low, gravelly threat.

"My guys are right outside. Just try and scream."

Instead of panicking, I leaned back into him, shifting slightly. I tilted my head back and breathed softly into his ear.

“So… you want everyone hear? I don't mind… we can give it a try.”

Pinned to the wall, I froze as the bathroom filled with steam, the shower still drumming against the tiles.

It was Ryan Miller—the foreman from the construction site next door.

He was in nothing but his work pants. His bare chest was crushed against my back, every muscle hard as iron. My heart was thundering, and I couldn't tell if the rhythm I felt was mine or his.

"Hey, Miller! You fall in or something?"

The rough voices and laughter of his crew drifted in from the hall. Their footsteps were right outside the door. His arm tightened around me, hauling me up onto my tiptoes. My towel had already pooled on the floor.

"Tsk."

His Adam’s apple bobbed as his gaze raked over my bare skin. Suddenly, his free hand moved to my collarbone, his calloused thumb grazing my skin with heavy pressure.

"I told you not to come here alone at night."

I shivered and tried to squirm away, but he shoved his knee between my thighs, pinning me flat and killing any chance of movement.

"Listen," he rasped, his breath hot against the dampness of my ear. "Get dressed. You're coming with me tonight."

Outside, the men were getting louder, their jokes turning cruder.

I let out a soft, breathy laugh. "And if I say no?"

Ryan stiffened. He clearly didn’t expect me to push back. The arm around my waist went rigid as a flash of surprise crossed his face. Seizing the moment, I tilted my head back, my lips brushing his stubbled jawline.

"What’s the matter?" I whispered, my voice thick with provocation. "Is the big boss all talk? Are you actually afraid to do something?"

The crew started pounding on the door. The heavy thuds felt like a drumroll for the tension between us.

"Ryan! What’s the holdup?"

"Yeah, let us in on the fun!"

"Damn, you hiding a woman in there? Don't be greedy!"

The noise should have terrified me. Instead, it felt like a match to a fuse, sparking a rebellious, heavy heat deep in my gut.

Ryan’s eyes went dark. The muscles in the arm bracing him against the wall flexed until his veins popped.

"You little..."

His voice was a low growl, thick with irritation and a sudden, sharp hunger. I watched his mouth, just inches from mine, and reached up with my free hand to trace the hard line of his throat.

He surged against me, his whole body jolting at the touch.

"What do you want them to hear?" I narrowed my eyes, my fingers sliding down the corded muscle of his neck to his chest. "You want them to hear exactly how you're... toying with me?"

I let out a low, deliberate moan right against his ear.

The last of Ryan’s control went up in flames. He leaned in, his scorched breath crashing against my lips, though he held back from the kiss.

"Fine," he ground out through gritted teeth. "I'll show you exactly what ‘toying’ looks like."

He let go of my mouth only to grab the back of my neck, tilting my head back until I was forced to look him in the eye. That iron grip around my waist hauled me flush against him, leaving absolutely no space between us.

The sudden, raw contact made me gasp.

Outside, the men were rowdy and shouting; inside, the water hissed. I didn't flinch. I leaned into him.

"Try me," I breathed.

As the words left my lips, I hooked my leg high around his waist.

"You asked for this!"

He growled the words through clenched teeth, his grip on the back of my neck tightening. Ryan suddenly lunged, his burning lips crushing mine in a brutal, suffocating kiss. He forced his way in, his tongue deep and demanding, stealing the very air from my lungs.

I let out a muffled moan, but I didn't pull away. Instead, I tilted my head back, meeting his aggression with an unrefined, bold hunger of my own.

My fingers tangled into his damp, short hair, pulling hard.

We were locked together, every inch of our skin flush. Through the thin, soaked fabric, I could feel every hard line of his muscles and the terrifying heat of his reaction. Water droplets raced down the curves of our bodies, and for a second, I couldn't tell if it was the shower, his sweat, or my own wetness.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Miller! You actually getting some in there? Let the boys have a look!"

The rowdiness outside spiked, the wood of the door groaning as if it might give way any second. Ryan stiffened. He pulled back just an inch, his lips hovering over mine.

"...You really want them to see?"

I looked at him and let out a sudden, sharp laugh. My fingertip trailed down the tense line of his neck to his Adam's apple, giving it a playful flick.

"Could you really bring yourself to share?"

His throat bobbed violently and he let out a low curse. He didn't go back for more. Instead, he abruptly set me down, though his iron grip stayed clamped around my waist. He reached down, grabbed my soaked towel, and wrapped it roughly around me.

Then, he threw the door open.

A handful of his crew, led by a wiry guy they called Monkey, were huddled together with sleazy, excited grins. The second they saw us, their expressions froze.

Ryan stood there, shirtless, his work pants soaked through, his face dark enough to kill.

"Seen enough?"

He didn't raise his voice, but the temperature in the hallway seemed to drop ten degrees. The men went silent instantly, stepping back in unison.

"Miller... we were just... worried about you..."

"Get the hell back to bed!" Ryan cut him off. "If anyone shows up tired on the site tomorrow, I’m tossing them in the cement mixer!"

No one dared to argue. They scattered, though a few couldn't help but look back over their shoulders.

Soon, the only sound left was the steady drip of water. Ryan turned his gaze back to me.

"Can you walk?" he asked.

I tested my legs. They were a bit wobbly, but I nodded. He didn't let go of me, half-dragging, half-carrying me through the steam and back toward my room. When we reached my door, he finally released his hold.

"Take off that wet towel and get dressed," he ordered, his voice low and gravelly.

I didn't move. I just watched him.

"Or did you plan on coming with me like that? Because I don't mind taking this outside.”

We locked eyes, the air between us thick with the sound of our breathing. Suddenly, he took a step forward, closing the gap again.

"Tonight..." He held my gaze, every word deliberate. "You’re coming somewhere with me."

It wasn't a request; it was an ultimatum.

I licked my dry lips. "And if I say no?"

He reached out, his rough thumb dragging slowly across my bottom lip. He applied enough pressure to make it sting, a dull, electric ache. His hand moved down to my throat, then dipped lower, sliding beneath the edge of the towel to press firmly against my skin.

"Then I won't be 'asking' nicely."

"Five minutes. Get dressed and meet me downstairs."

With that, he pulled his hand back and turned for the stairs without a second glance.

The roar of Ryan’s engine rumbled from the street below.

I didn't bother with the lights. In the dark, I peeled off the cold, damp towel, my fingers still trembling. The memory of being pressed against him was vivid—we had been a split second away from losing it in that bathroom. Without another thought, I headed downstairs.

The night air hit me as I pushed open the heavy iron door of the building. I pulled open the passenger side of his pickup and hopped in.

"Not scared?" he challenged.

I just smirked. He didn't say another word, slamming his foot on the gas and sending the truck surging forward.

We pulled up in front of a unit at the far end of a row of pre-fabs. This was the temporary housing for the site management and foremen, slightly better than the workers' dorms, but still stripped-back and raw.

"This is where you're taking me?" I asked, leaning back against the cool corrugated metal wall as I watched him.

"Where else?"

He walked to the middle of the room and pulled his tank top over his head, revealing the powerful, rippling lines of his torso.

"I figured the great Ryan Miller would have somewhere a bit more... interesting in mind." My voice carried a sharp edge of mockery.

He closed the distance in two strides. His hand moved slowly, sliding from my face down to my throat, then resting over the swell of my chest beneath my shirt.

"This is… plenty interesting."

"Taking a girl back to your den? This is your idea of ‘toying’ with me?" I tilted my head back, refusing to give an inch. I even went up on my toes, forcing our breath to mingle.

"At least here, no one’s going to interrupt us." His eyes darkened; he was clearly still hung up on what had happened in the bathroom. "Always have to have the last word, don't you?"

He leaned in and, without a trace of hesitation, yanked the strap of my top down, tossing it aside like it was nothing.

"Don't beg me to stop later."

His rough, calloused fingers grazed my skin, sending a jolt of static through me. He traced the line of my jaw down to my neck, his touch heavy and deliberate.

"Your skin is so soft," he chuckled, his breath hot against my ear. "You were such a firebrand in the bathroom. Why are you suddenly stiff as a board?"

"I'm waiting..."

I reached down, my hand finding the hard, heavy heat of him through his pants. My fingertips could feel the tension in his muscles and the blood racing beneath the surface.

"...to see just how good you actually are at this."

Whatever was left of Ryan's restraint went up in smoke.

“Be careful what you wish for."