Excerpt of Fire In The Blood by Kelley St. John

“That tub is a little small for both of us, don’t you think?” Chantelle asked.

Tristan tugged his T-shirt from his jeans and pulled it up over his head. She was treated to an awe-inspiring display of abs and pecs.

“I was hoping you’d ask me to join you,” he said. “Glad to
see we’re thinking alike.” Tristan stepped close and put
his hands on her shoulders. “If you’re not comfortable
with this,” he said, indicating the tub filled with
steaming water, “then we won’t even try it. I’ll admit, I
was trying to think of some way to connect intimately with
you. This seemed like a good idea.” He shrugged. “Hell,
I’m a guy. Any idea that involves me naked with a
beautiful woman seems like a damn good idea.”

She laughed, rising on her toes to press her mouth to his.
She let the heat, the sensation flowing through her take
control, and she curved her body into his, her center
rubbing against the hard bulge in his jeans.

“But will it be hard for you, bathing me?”

He pulled her tightly against him, and said, “Honey, this
can’t get much harder…”