Reaching for her, he held her palms as she stepped into the large bath next to him, then pulled her in opposition to him to warm her—but his skin was bloodless from the water and she giggled, goosebumps peppering her skin all over.
Reaching for the towels on the shelf, Tryson quickly, roughly, toweled himself dry, then pulled her into him again, taking her mouth and groaning when she opened to him, arching again to preserve them pressed together.
"I'm going to make this very, very quick," he croaked. "Then we're getting in that bed, and we aren't getting out."
Diane smiled, took his face in her hands, and kissed him, long and slow.. "I would love that."
~ Diane ~
Being bathed by Tryson Was the most erotic element she'd ever experienced. Her chest was heaving and her fingers trembl
