Good manners dictated he leave now, as graciously as possible. However, he couldn’t seem to get his feet to move or his eyes to stop staring. She looked so enticing. The rapid pounding of his heart roared in his ears. What the hell am I doing here?
“Stop staring, Noah, it’s impolite.” Susanna inclined her head. My, my, he is one tall drink of water. Her eyes now drank in every inch of him, from head to booted feet. In a husky voice she didn’t recognize as her own, she said, “You felt it, too?”
She moved to the edge of the tub. “I could think of lots of reasons why this is a bad idea, but not now…later, maybe. I want you, Noah, right here, right now.” For too long, hate had fueled her emotions, leaving her bitter and angry. In Noah’s arms, the desire to feel a man’s touch was reborn. If only for this moment, she wanted to know this man in the most intimate of ways.
Her lips tilted up sensuously as she held out her hand, beckoning him. “There’s plenty of room. Join me.”