Instead of heading straight for the shower, Killian pulled her closer for one more lingering kiss, his eyes dark with a protective, nurturing warmth. "Stay there," he murmured. "I want to take care of you first."
He disappeared into the sprawling marble bathroom, and soon the sound of rushing water filled the suite. When he returned, he led her to a bath he’d drawn—steaming and fragrant. He settled her into the deep tub, his large hands finding the tension in her shoulders and neck, massaging her with a focused, quiet devotion that made the last of the Boston stress evaporate. He didn't say much; he just let his touch speak for him.
When the water began to cool, he helped her up and into the glass-walled shower. He took his time, his movements methodical and tender as he lathered her ski
