Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

She should really give him some privacy.

But her gaze was attracted to it like a magnet.

Oh fuck, he was huge.

Maybe that’s why he said she might regret it?

Possibly. She didn’t really think he could fit even if they’d tried.

She watched as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against the transparent barrier and his brows knitted.

One hand grasped himself around the base and the other palm pressed against the barrier.

She should look away. She should definitely look away now.

Yet, she couldn’t.

Her eyes were glued on his hand where he fisted himself and her lips parted a little as she watched him.

She’d never seen anything more erotic in her life.

But he didn’t continue.

He just held himself at his base.

He didn’t pump his hand, he didn’t finish himself off, and when Nia lifted her gaze, she realized why.

Those diopside eyes were looking straight at her.

Fuck.

She’d been caught.

For the life of her, instead of maintaining some dignity and turning away from him at that moment, she found herself holding his gaze.

Ka’Cit let out a shuddering breath—the first sound she’d heard him make since she’d woken to find him showering.

The muscles in his hand flexed and her gaze moved back to his fist.

At her attention, his cock jerked in his hand and Nia’s mouth went dry.

She lifted her gaze slowly, scared at what she’d see in his eyes and needing to find out as well.

His gaze took her over, consumed her, and held her prisoner.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that, ta’ii.”

His voice was deep, low, and it sent a delicious chill through her bones.

“Why?” she whispered, surprised by her boldness.

He stood upright then and the water shut off behind him.

As the last rivulets ran down his body, they stared at each other, saying nothing but saying so much at the same time.

“Because if I step out of this room, this washing stall, I’m afraid I will…”

“Make me regret something?”