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"Craig." Her moan sent his blood pressure soaring.

"Hmm?"

"Don't stop."

"As if I could." His hand drifted down, down, until he was cupping her.

Twisting her head around, she found his lips and explored slowly. Her body jerked, passion exploding when he found her with his fingers.

Slow, slow, slow, until she was dying. The release was explosive and had her body heaving towards the source.

Tossing the sponge, he lifted her so that she was facing him. And holding her aloft, he nuzzled first one nipple and then the next.

The scent of jasmine and vanilla filled his mouth. Her fingers dug into his hair as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the incredible sensations racing through her body.

When he settled her on top of him, she moaned, her hands going around his neck. Water and suds sloshed over the lip of the tub, but they didn't notice or if they did, didn't care.

Thunder boomed followed by the lightning that ripped through the sky. The rain pounded on the roof, but the storm outside was nothing compared to the one inside.

His fingers dug into her back, her hips as he tried to slow things down.

It didn't work. The release came fast and violent, ripping them to shreds and leaving them breathing raggedly and sagging against each other.

He held her against him, his head spinning, his heart thumping. He had never met a woman who could turn his world upside down before and it staggered him.

He almost blurted out the words but stopped just in time. She wasn't ready to hear them.

He had listened to her talking about her father and heard the bitterness. He would give her time.

Easing her back, he kissed her on the mouth before reaching for the cup of tea. Taking a sip, he grimaced.

"You were right, it's lukewarm."

Taking the cup from him, she drank it down. "I'm hungry."

"Give me about ten minutes tops." He grinned when she poked at his chest.

"For actual food." Pushing off him, she grabbed towels and tossed him one when he rose, suds covering his long, lean body.

"How about I make us sandwiches and a pot of coffee?"

"Sounds like a plan." He toweled off and watched as she did the same.

He was going to have to decide on which bedroom they were going to share.

*****

When he wandered downstairs, he took the time to observe her without her noticing and what he saw made his heart do a slow dive. She had her hair piled on top of her head in a messy do with thick coils floating down her neck.

The robe was belted around her small waist and his body quickened with the realization that she was naked under it.

His eyes drifted to what she was doing. The coffee was already made, and she was busy slicing tomatoes for the sandwich.

She had already done the onions and lettuce. The ham and cheese were stacked on a plate.

And she was humming. A grin spread over his face as he recognized the tune.

'I'm every woman.'