A slow groan purred in her throat as his lips caught her own. Her arms slid around his chest. Pressing her fully against him, with a little purr of satisfaction. She'd had her eyes closed so she hadn't seen him coming. But it was a nice surprise. There was no doubt she adored the feel of his lips on her own.
The feel of his water slicked skin was almost too much, the crisp wet mat of curls on his chest compounding the affect. Her fingers spread against his shoulder blades, yet curled into the sinews of his back. Kissing him with the fervor of a starving man in front of a luscious stake.