A huge gold-footed black tub stood at an angle so all he could see above its curled lip was the top of a tousled blonde head. As he stared, too dazed to even breathe, one slender leg rose, trailing water and bubbles.
His bag hit the floor. Boots kicked free, followed in quick succession by pants and shirt.
Soft scents of vanilla and warm female enveloped Cale as he opened the glass door. He could see her profile, skin flushed from the heat, eyes gentled closed, tendrils of damp hair sticking to neck and brow. Even knowing her taste, the intimate feel and fit of her in his arms, the reality of her belonging to him nearly dropped him to his knees.
What had he ever done in his short, necessarily violent life to deserve just looking at her, let alone possessing her? He dragged in a ragged breath.
“Room for one more?”