If she hadn’t been so startled by their near frenzy in getting her out of the tub, she might have laughed at the sight. As Tag steadied her with his hands, Zander pulled an oversized bath towel from a warming bar and proceeded to dry her body, using gentle pats. “Bedroom, Zander. Now.” Tag moved past them into the other room. Zander chuckled. “I thought I was anxious to get near you. I think he’s about to explode.” Her nervousness suddenly returned. She’d been so relaxed and ready to explore whatever it was between them, but now she felt anxious again. Zander seemed to be able to tell. Instead of rushing her to the bedroom as Tag had insisted, he slowly bent his head and kissed her, dropping the towel between them and allowing his hands to cup her face as his tongue teased over hers. He moved his hands down her neck to her shoulders where he squeezed them before dropping them to her chest where he began molding and fondling her breasts.
