The shower was turned on, and a warm stream of water poured down, quickly filling the small space with thick, white steam.
Droplets of water splashed against them, quickly soaking their thin clothes.
Lucas Lockwood's kiss was urgent, filled with a desire he had long suppressed. It was nothing like their previous, fleeting kisses—always cut short by the fear that Jude Sheffield might appear at any moment. This was a conquering assault, prying past her lips and stealing her breath.
The kiss left Josie Quinn breathless, her fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on the back of his soaked shirt.
The steam blurred the mirror, reflecting only two hazy silhouettes.
Lucas Lockwood's searing hand slid under the hem of her wet shirt, caressing the delicate, sensitive skin of her waist.
His calloused fingertips sent shivers through her wherever they roamed.
Josie Quinn couldn't help but let out a soft whimper, a sound that seemed especially alluring over the rushing water.
