Easy

Ryan stayed quiet for a long time, just watching her through the shimmering heat. Sweat ran down Isabella’s throat and between her breasts, disappearing into the white fabric of her top. She kept her eyes closed and tried to pretend the only presence in the sauna was her own.

Then she heard him stand.

When she opened her eyes he was already in front of her. The towel around his hips had shifted lower. He braced one hand on the wooden wall beside her head and leaned in, close enough that she could feel the heat coming off his bare chest.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said.

“Go away. I haven’t.” She opened her eyes and spoke quietly.

“Yeah, you have.” His other hand settled on her knee, then slid slowly upward along the damp inside of her thigh. “Every time I see you in here you take off the second I get close.”

Isabella tried to close her legs hard. Ryan’s hand pressed firmer, forcing them apart again.

“Ryan—don’t. Take your hand off me.”

He didn’t stop. He pushed her knees wider and stepped fully between them, using the weight of his body to pin her against the hot wooden bench. One forearm braced beside her head. The other hand stayed high on her thigh, thumb brushing under the edge of her shorts against bare skin.

“Get off me! I mean it!”

Ryan’s mouth curved into a slow smile. He leaned closer until his lips nearly touched her ear.

“Make me.”

His hand slid fully under the leg of her shorts, fingers spreading over the soft skin of her inner thigh, inching higher. Isabella shoved at his chest with both hands.

“Ryan, stop it right now! I’m not playing with you!”

He barely moved. She twisted her hips sharply.

“I said get off! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“So am I.” His fingers curled, gripping her thigh tightly. “You’ve been walking around this gym looking like that and expecting me to just watch from across the room. I’m done watching.”

Isabella shoved harder.

“Don’t you dare touch me like that! Let go of me right now!”

Ryan caught both of her wrists in one hand and pinned them against the wall above her head. Isabella yanked against his grip.

“Ryan, I’m serious—stop! You’re hurting me!”

“Not yet.” His body pressed heavier against hers. “You’ve been driving me crazy for months. That tight little body, the way you move when you think no one’s looking. I’m done being polite about it.”

“I don’t care what you think you’ve been watching! Get off me! I’ll scream!”

She tried to knee him. He blocked it and pressed her harder into the bench.

“Don’t you fucking touch me again! Ryan, stop—please stop!”

“Easy,” he murmured. “I’m not trying to hurt you. I just want a taste of what you’ve been keeping to yourself.”

“I don’t want you to taste anything! Get your hands off me! I’m engaged, you asshole!”

His mouth dropped to the side of her neck while his fingers slipped fully under the shorts and found bare skin. Isabella’s breath hitched. She struggled harder, voice rising.

“Stop it! Ryan, I’m telling you to stop! Take your fucking hands off me right now!”

She kept twisting and pulling at her wrists, still trying to free herself.

“I said no! Get away from me! Don’t—don’t touch me there!”

Ryan held her firmly against the bench and continued, ignoring every protest.