THE DELAY OF THE JOURNEY increased our frustration. As soon as the car stopped, we leaped out, Sean locking it with the remote as we jogged. Kissing me at the door, he fumbled blindly, dropping the keys twice and cursing between laughter, until we were inside. We fell over as we reached the stairs, our hands already attempting to undress each other. In the end, Sean lifted me and raced up the steps.
“Bathroom,” I breathed.
He ran with me down the landing, threw open the bathroom door, and strode over to switch on the shower. Less than a minute later, my clothes lay in a heap on the floor. As soon as his had joined them, his hands grasped my rear, and he took us inside beneath the warm spray.
Setting me back on my feet, Sean foamed up the shower gel before trailing the bath-rose across m
