VIVIENNE's POV
My hand flared in the air and a yelp tore out of my lips as my heart leaped out of my skin.
My eyes shut tight as my lips quivered, my body getting submerged in the air for a few breathless moments.
Just when I told I would hit the floor, a solid, unyielding heat of his chest slammed into my bare back, the sheer force of the impact knocking the remaining air entirely out of my lungs.
A sharp, breathless gasp was caught in my throat, my eyes widening in absolute shock.
I didn't hit the floor.
Instead, I was suspended in mid-air, anchored completely by the heavy, crushing weight of Maddox's large, calloused hands locked securely around my waist.
My hand flew to his neck immediately, wrapping around it in a tightened grip.
Thud.
My towel hit the hardwood floor with a heavy, echoing sound that echoed in the quiet room.
My breath caught.
Fuck!
I was completely, utterly bare.
