Ryan didn't give her a chance to argue.
He shifted his weight, rolling his hips and lifting her effortlessly off his chest. Zara gasped, her arms wrapping tight around his neck as he stood up from the bed, carrying her flush against his body.
Her bare legs locked around his waist instinctively.
"Ryan," she breathed, laughing softly against his ear. "I'm heavy."
"You weigh nothing," he grunted, adjusting his grip on the soft, bare flesh of her ass.
He carried her out of the bedroom and down the short, shadowed hallway of the penthouse. The master bathroom was a sprawling, cavernous cathedral of dark marble and brushed steel.
A massive, freestanding soaking tub sat near the window, but Ryan bypassed it entirely, walking straight toward the walk-in glass shower enclosure that took up the entire far wall.
He reached out blindly, hitting the heavy steel valve.
