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…”