Posted Sep 12 2013, 7:48 am
His gaze jerked back to her face. A silent question lurked in her fawn-colored eyes. There was desire and need, but a hint of fear as well. Not fear of him, but fear of rejection.
He held out his hand to her the same time his turned on the hot water with his other. As soon as her hand was in his, Phelan gently tugged her into the shower, her free hand pulling the door closed behind her.
It seemed like an eternity since he’d last tasted her lips. No longer could he wait. He drew her against him, turning her to push her against the shower wall.