He’d only been showing her something.
“Why did you do that?” she asked, struggling to calm her racing heart and the thrilling flutter that still tingled.
“We have that in common, too,” he said, voice gravelly from desire. “I think you know that.”
What was he suggesting? That they go with it and see where this went? What about his devotion to his wife? Was he capable of loving anyone else that way?
She doubted he’d go the rest of his life without ever finding someone he could at least live with for companionship. But the takeaway for her was she’d risk more than she was willing to in order to find out if she could be that woman.
She’d rather be single than live with a man just for companionship. And if he turned away from love to be safe with a companion and nothing more, he’d die a lonely man.
“Don’t do that again,” she said.
“Why? Because your heart was broken?”
Needing her own space, she went into the bathroom. She shut the door and saw that there was plenty of water in the bucket sitting on top of the on-demand hot water system. Removing her clothes, she turned on the shower and stepped into the stall. Putting her face under the stream of water, she hoped the soothing warmth would ease her inner unrest. But the unrest came from an unsatisfied sexual need. She wanted Korbin. Did she want him physically or was her heart entangled, as well? If he kissed her again, she’d find out, because there would be no stopping what would follow.
As though hearing her thoughts, Korbin opened the bathroom door. Savanna’s heart slammed faster. He was coming into the bathroom? While that shocking revelation both excited her and filled her with dread, he opened the shower door.
Turning to face him, she leaned against the wall. “What are you doing?”
Korbin’s heated gray eyes took in every detail of her wet body and then stepped into the shower. “I’ve had a broken heart, too.”
He was as afraid as she was. But he was ready to take a chance. With her.
“Korbin...” Was she ready to take a chance on him?
“Let go, Savanna.”
She barely knew this man, but that only intensified her desire. How much would it mean if they had sex? She’d loved the last two men she’d been intimate with. This wasn’t about love. Not yet. It certainly was about the possibility of love. But tonight. Now. This early in their relationship. It was not about love. No. This was about abolishing fear.
When he moved closer and put his hands on her breasts, she lost all of her air and any resistance with it. Flutters chased through her as he caressed her. She ran her hands over his forearms and up to his biceps as he moved his hands down her rib cage, to her waist and then back up. Water splashed over his shoulder and back, dampening his hair. He was a vision.
Then he lifted her, holding her against the wall. She felt his hardness and wrapped her legs around his hips, closing her eyes as he kissed her, the spray of water making for a slick, sultry joining.
He dragged his mouth down her neck and then went down to take one nipple and then the other. Savanna dug her fingers through his wet hair and watched him. When he raised his head, she kissed his mouth, his cheek, then trailed her tongue over his brow. She kissed his cheeks, each of them alternatively, then found his lips, seeking something, anything that would assuage this raw need.