The heat of his body mixed with the steam of the water, intoxicated her with its warmth.
He leaned her head against the head rest ever so gently, his lips barely parting from hers before they collided again.
She wanted him, even though she would never admit it aloud.
She wanted him to do the magical things only he knew how to do to her.
He slipped from her mouth down to her neck.
A memory of Jarren kissing the same neck flashed through her mind and she stiffened slightly.
And he noticed.
Of course he noticed.
He looked up at her, his eyes two dark pools of desire.
His chest was glistening with steam under the bright glow of the candles that lit up the chamber. His skin looked like bronze sculpted with utmost care and his now-wet hair fell in waves over his face as he leaned down.
Claire returned her eyes to his, meeting his gaze without flinching.
His eyes seemed to soften.
