I stopped at the door, and my whole body vibrated with stupid excitement. I wasn't scared of him; it was the fact that I found myself enclosed in a tiny, steamy, hot box with a gorgeous half-naked Scot who rocked my boat in every single way possible.
The events of that evening when he saved me from that asshole suddenly spun in front of my eyes. I remembered the tantalising heat between us and the wonderful things that my body had experienced during just one night with him. He had an amazing body, perfect in every way.
"Get inside before you let all the heat out."
His strong voice rang in my head and for some reason I complied with his command. My twat of an ex-boyfriend, Andrew, had complemented my body whenever he could, but I never felt that sexy, even when I danced for him. Right now I felt a little too self-conscious in my swimming suit, being so close to this man that had seen me naked.