“Sage I—”“I mean it.”

I let my own towel drop.

His eyes darkened and then his lips crashed onto mine. I kissed him back—hard.

Mark made a sound in his throat, something between a groan and a curse, but he didn’t pull away. He kissed me back, his grip on my hips tightening, and for a second, I thought he was going to give in easily.

But then he pulled back, just slightly, his breathing uneven. “Sage—”

“Don’t be gentle with me,” I cut him off, my fingers digging into his ...