Steam curled lazily around Eve as she sank deeper into the warm bath, her skin tingling pleasantly from the scented oils she had poured in. The water lapped against her shoulders with a soothing rhythm, but nothing compared to the soft ache settling deep inside her body, a reminder of Ryan’s hands, Ryan’s mouth, Ryan’s voice whispering her name like a man starved and finally fed.
She closed her eyes and let the memories drift through her like slow-moving honey.
Last night had been…
Intense.
Raw.
Impossible.
She still wasn’t sure how she survived the way he touched her, possessive but careful, rough but reverent. His love had been a storm, one she stepped into willingly, and it had left her entire body buzzing. She’d woken up sore in all the right places, her breath hitching when she
