The heater in the bathroom had long been on, filling the space with a cozy warmth. Steam from the hot water drifted through the air, yet when the man's long fingers traced her thigh to hook off the last scrap of fabric, Lianne couldn't help but shiver.
Seth Sinclair cupped the back of her head, pressing her whole body against the wall as he kissed her deeply, heavily.
Lianne tilted her head back to kiss him. Their lips and tongues tangled, sucking the air from the room. Her legs went so soft she nearly slid to the floor, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck for support.
It wasn't just the bedroom that was filled with Freud Roses; there were delicate, dewy roses in the bathroom as well.
Seth kissed her lips, his large hand—the one that had removed her clothing—tracing a path down her waist...
Water from the showerhead pattered across the floor. The delicate rose petals, now dotted with water, seemed on the verge of blooming even wider.
