drown them both in the process, but gods, it would be worth it!
Prue’s eyes fluttered open, still hazed with passion. If a man wasn’t careful, he’d fall into those blue green pools and be gladly lost forever.
Breathing hard, Erik forced a smile and stroked her cheek. “Better now?” Shit, his hand trembled! Quickly, he pulled it away.
One small hand crept up, the pads of her fingers brushing the corner of his mouth, a fleeting caress. “Yes. You?”
“I will be soon.” A subterranean rumble, full of feral promise.
Prue blinked.
Gently, Erik set her aside and stretched out an arm to snag the hose. “In a bed.” Even to his own ears, he sounded hoarse. He swallowed hard. “I’m getting us clean and dry, and then I’m going to spread you out in a big, comfortable bed.” He began to rinse the suds from her hair.
To hell with it. He wiped the water away from her eyes and stared deep. “Under me. Your legs over my shoulders.”
Ruthlessly, he directed the spray back over her head. Prue made a muffled noise. He couldn’t tell what it meant.
“You’ll be helpless, Prue. Do you hear me? Helpless with pleasure.”
“Stop, stop.” She grabbed his wrist. Wriggling away from him, she pushed the wet hair out of her eyes.
Those aquamarine eyes blazed. “I’m done,” she said. “Get your hair wet. I’ll wash it for you.”
Prue was hard put not to laugh aloud. For an endless second, Erik’s handsome face went slack with surprise. A ruddy tide swept up over his neck and cheeks, making his eyes glitter like molten sapphires. Seizing her by the shoulders he planted a hasty, bruising kiss on her lips. Then he sank beneath the water, reappearing in a flurry right in front of her.
He scooped up a bottle from the bench next to the tub. “Hurry,” he said, slapping it into her hand. Dipping his head, he nibbled a tingling path across her collarbone, while his broad palms slid around her waist and wandered up and down her spine. “Get on with it.”
Prue filled one palm with the green stuff and buried her hands in his thick hair. The nerve-memory of his clever fingers throbbed all over her skin. In the short time she’d known him, Erik Thorensen had given her the most intense sexual experiences of her life. For the Sister’s sake, he’d pleasured her better than she could do for herself.
She wanted more, as much as he could give her while it lasted.
Her fingers slowed, massaging his scalp, the hard curve of bone unyielding beneath her fingertips, his hair sliding over her knuckles like heavy, waterlogged silk, cool and slippery.
Helpless.
He’d said it, his deep, beautiful voice thrumming along her nerves. The word, the delicious, wanton promise of it, still echoed in her mind. Would he hold her down? He’d done it that way in his dressing room, and though it had been for only a few minutes, she’d felt soft and small and oh so feminine. Empty—yearning for the thick girth of his cock furrowing into the hot core of her, his magnificent length nudging her womb. She’d wanted, needed, so badly, she hadn’t been a rational being, just an instinctive bundle of sensation and hunger. For once in her life, she’d felt truly desired. By a man who was everything she’d ever wanted—and feared.
She might be insane, but gods, it was a beautiful madness.
Erik hummed against her skin, alternately kissing and sipping, chasing droplets with his tongue. Without once removing his hands from contact with her body, he skimmed his fingertips over her ribs and cupped both her breasts in his palms, hefting their weight.
Every thought in Prue’s head stuttered to a halt. She froze.
Erik licked over the inner swell of her breast, leaving a trail of hot tingles in his wake. Prue gasped, her nipples contracting so fast they ached. Gods, she hadn’t thought that was possible! “Rinse,” he growled into her cleavage.
When she managed to direct a wobbly spray at the back of his head, his lips curved against her skin. Transfixed, she watched clumps of suds slide over his broad shoulders and slither down the indentations on either side of his strong spine. Such a smooth golden expanse. She was about to trace the foam with a wondering finger when Erik shifted slightly, just enough to seal his hot mouth over her nipple.
She jerked, the spray arcing across the room to wet the wall. Erik pulled her nipple taut with careful relish. “Fuck, I want you.” When