At her words, Denver’s eyes went dark as storm clouds. He growled, a deep, primal sound that made all Misty’s girly parts flutter in anticipation. Then his mouth was on hers in a claiming kiss. No hesitation, just raw need and enough heat she wondered that the water didn’t simply evaporate off them both.
God. This was what lay behind that ruthless control of his. Power and a potent hunger. For her.
Misty thrilled at the idea of it, at the taste of him flooding her mouth as she opened for him. His hands curled around her hips in that possessive way she’d come to love, and she pressed closer, feeling the bulge of his erection straining against the zipper of his cargo shorts. She needed to touch him. To see him.
Releasing the towel, she tunneled her hands under his shirt, breaking the kiss
