He entered the bathroom just in time to see her lowering herself into the tub. Her long hair was pinned up on her head and there were bubbles. It was in his mind to pass her a beer and sit on the closed toilet lid to talk with her while she was in the bath, but then another thought was inspired. Luke had never in his life even contemplated a bubble bath. He put the beer on the sink, dropped his towel and got in. "You're going to make a flood!" she said with a laugh. "This tub isn't quite big enough," he complained, sitting to face her, the faucet jabbing him in the back. He pushed his long legs past her hips, lifted her legs to drape them over his thighs and pulled her toward him, into his arms. "You're acting crazy," she said, laughing. "I'm impatient," he said, his lips on her neck. "I can hardly get through the day, waiting for you." "I'm not quite freshened up yet," she said. "I'll help with that," he said, picking up the soap. He ran the soap smoothly over her shoulders, down her back, over her breasts, under her arms, bringing low, delighted hums from her when he lathered her up. Then he took the face cloth and gently rinsed her.
( Robyn Carr )
[ Temptation Ridge ]
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