I yanked my hands back like I’d just burned myself. “Oh my God… sorry… again… I didn’t mean…” The words tumbled out in a rush.

He just stood there, his lips quirking with a faint, amused smile, as if he was more entertained than bothered.

But then my gaze dropped, just for a second, and my heart skipped.

The spill hadn’t just dampened his trousers, it had landed there. Right over the outline of him, showing every inch of the hard length straining beneath.

My mouth went dry. ...