Steam hung thick in the bathroom, the mirror fogged to a soft blur and the tap still dripping into the tub in a slow, irregular beat.
The water was almost too warm, scented with whatever oil she had poured in, and it clung to their skin in a thin sheen that made every small movement feel slicker.
Amanda settled back against Kyle's chest and let out a low, satisfied sound.
She had done almost nothing all day, yet the heat of him behind her loosened something she had been holding without noticing.
Her hair hung wet down her back. Each time she shifted, a few drops fell and broke the surface, sending faint rings outward that lapped at her breasts and the tops of her thighs.
She eased closer until her back fitted into the line of his body. He answered with a quiet breath against her hair.
A small laugh slipped out of her.
"You feel quite stiff, babe?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
