They washed each other lazily, exploring and touching and kissing each other until they found themselves breathless again. He turned the water off and dried her with the fluffy towel that had been hanging on the warming rack. Her cheek rested against his chest and he tilted her chin up so he could see her face. Her eyes were heavy with lust and her lips swollen from his kisses. She looked delectable, and already he was hard again with wanting her. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said, tracing her bottom lip with his tongue before slipping inside the heat of her mouth for a scorching kiss. “Come to bed with me, Kate. Make love with me.” “Yes,” she whispered. “Take me to bed.” The snow hit with icy pelts against the windows in his bedroom as he led her to the oversized bed in the middle of the room. He turned down the covers, and turned to her with hunger and his heart in his eyes.
