Seraphine's eyes flew wide open, her heart hammering like crazy. The ache between her legs throbbed so bad she'd agree to just about anything to make it stop. "I don't care how you do it," she breathed out, voice shaky.
But that hungry look on Voren's face made her stomach flip in a whole new way.
They stepped out of the steaming Jacuzzi, water still dripping down their skin, and he carried her into the shower room. Hot water cascaded over them as he ran his fingers through her wet hair, gentle as hell, then grabbed a towel and dried her off slow, like he couldn't get enough of touching her.
Voren squeezed some sweet-smelling moisturizer into his palms and rubbed it all over her body, his hands sliding over her curves, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts until she was squirming again.
"You ready?" His voice came out low and rough, eyes locked on hers.
