Free Stronger (The University of Gatica #4) by Lexy Timms, Book Cover By Design

at him and narrowed her eyes as if analyzing which were.
    He laughed and stepped toward her, sliding his hands around her waist and peering down at her. "Let's go loosen up that tendon a little more in the sauna and then we'll go."
    "I didn't bring a suit."
    "Wear a towel or leave your clothes on if it makes you feel better. I'm not going to try anything. It's just a good practice to get into after you've worked out."
    She nodded. Wearing her clothes wouldn't be too bad, but getting sticky in them sounded gross.
    "Okay. Get it started and I'll meet you in there." She turned and hopped toward her crutches, picking them up and looking over her shoulder at him. "No trying anything on me. Got it?"
    "Scouts promise." He held up his hand in an odd symbol.
    " You were a scout?"
    "Nope."
    "Then it has no weight when you say it."
    "Oh good. I hate to break an oath. Good to know I didn't make one." He winked and moved past her. "Get naked. I have plans for you." He winked at her again.

CHAPTER 10
     
     
    Chrissy worked herself out of her clothes and wrapped a large white towel around her body. She checked herself in the mirror and made her way to the sauna, her emotions racing from calm to scared as hell. She hadn't been with anyone since Brent and not that she really expected anything to happen with Ryan, but if he made a move, she wasn't entirely sure she would stop him.
    Pressing her fingers to the door, she paused to coach herself to chill out. Ryan moved in front of the window and pressed his handsome face to the small square of glass, the fog behind him making him look ridiculous.
    "Talking yourself into it?"
    "Basically." She moved back as he opened the door. Leaving her crutches against the wall outside the room, she reached for him to help her get in. He moved in and picked her up, Chrissy letting out a soft yelp. Her towel shifted, exposing the majority of her thighs. She reached down quickly and pulled at the terrycloth.
    "Hot," he whispered, moving to sit her down on one of the benches. "Give the heat and steam a minute to get into your pores and then I'm going to rub that muscle and tendon down for you."
    "Any reason to get your hands on me..."
    "Hell yes. Is there any chance of getting my hands and mouth on you?" He laughed as she gawked at him. He had balls the size of the stadium, his own confidence beyond sexy on him.
    "Hush."
    "Yes Ma'am." He sat across the room from her.
    His towel covered his waist, but a t-shirt covered his chest. He reached back and pulled it off as if hearing her thoughts. She bit her lip, trying not to tell him how very much she enjoyed the sight of his defined chest and abs. His skin appeared smooth and hairless, the only dusting of his dark hair running from his taut stomach into the confines of the towel. Chrissy closed her eyes and let her head drop back as she reclined on the uncomfortable bench. Hormones raced through her chest and around the pit of her stomach, so many inappropriate images beckoning her to simply invite him over.
    "So are you going to spend the night with me? It's scary in that big house. I was hoping for company."
    She opened her eyes and rolled her shoulders. "You just want someone to throw at the monsters if they come for you. Let them eat me while you're running away."
    He chuckled, shrugging his large shoulders. "I’d whoop the monster’s ass and eat you myself. Sounds like a much better deal."
    Heat rose in her chest and covered her neck. She lifted her hand to rub the discomfort before shaking her head at him. "You have no filter."
    "I'm an open book. I want you and I'm not at all afraid to let you know that. Games are for children." He stood and took a tentative step toward her, his look almost predatory.
    Chrissy moved to her elbows, concern washing across her. "What’re you doing?"
    "Coming over to rub your leg. Tell me if you're spending the night with me tonight."
    "No sex."
    "Fine. No sex, unless you want it."
    "I don’t.”
    “Ah, your mouth says no