You can do this.
Samantha picked up her bathing suit—and dropped it on her bed. Before she could change her mind, she slipped into her bathrobe, armed the security camera, and made her way down the hall toward the women’s changing area. There, she traded her robe for a towel, wrapping it around herself and tucking the ends in between her breasts. Then she left the changing room and walked around the corner to the sauna, holding tightly to the towel.
Through the small window in the door, she saw him.
Oh. God.
He sat, towel low on his hips, his head leaning back, his eyes closed, one long leg stretched out in front of him, sweat glistening on his skin.
Why was a man like Thor paying any attention to her?
Don’t ask. Who cares?
She opened the door, stepped across the threshold and into the heat.
His head came up, and his eyes opened, his gaze moving over her. “Hey.”
“Hey.” She went to sit beside him, the wood hot against the backs of her thighs. “The heat feels good.”
“It does.”
“I thought there would be others here.”
“There were until I showed up. When I walked in, they got up and left.”
“I’m sorry. I know how it feels to be rejected. That was every day of my life in high school.”
“It’s fine with me. I’d rather be alone with you.” Thor sat up straight, motioned for her to turn around. “Let’s take care of that headache.”
Headache? Oh, yes. She’d forgotten about that.
She held fast to her towel and turned her back to him.
He angled himself toward her, scooted closer, then gathered her hair, letting it spill over her shoulder, his fingers brushing against her nape, sending shivers through her. Big hands came to rest on her shoulders. “Your muscles are so tight.”
Samantha couldn’t help but moan as he found all the knots and tight places, his hands working magic. “Mmm.”
A week’s worth of stress and worry seemed to melt away beneath his touch, replaced by a different sort of tension, desire fluttering to life inside her.
He skimmed his hands down the length of her bare arms, his lips pressing hot kisses to her shoulder. “I can’t promise you anything, Samantha. I’ll be leaving soon. I’m not the kind of guy who gets married and settles down in the suburbs.”
“I know.” Nothing he’d said surprised her. “I appreciate your honesty.”
Hookups down here didn’t last. Everyone knew that. He didn’t seem like a man who wanted a conventional life. If a little heartbreak was the price she had to pay for feeling like this, she would pay it—gladly.
“I meant it when I said we weren’t finished.” He teased her with feather-light kisses, heat searing her skin where his lips touched her.
“I… I hope so.” Samantha’s breath caught, her eyes drifting shut.
Then one hand moved to cup her right breast through her towel.
“See?” He nuzzled the sensitive skin beneath her ear, his voice deep and soft. “You fill my hand.”
She opened her eyes, watched as he gently squeezed, his thumb rubbing over the bump in the terrycloth that was her nipple, making her belly clench. She arched into his hand, giving herself to him, wanting more. “Thor.”
Usually, she was too nervous to enjoy a man’s touch, especially in the beginning of a relationship, but that wasn’t true with Thor. She sank back against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, his broad chest seeming to cradle her.
Voices.