Rescued Mate

Staring into his light brown gaze, made her scalp tingle. His devilishly handsome face always made her feel breathless like she’d gone for a long run in the cold.
“What am I doing here?” she asked.
“I was wondering the same thing.” The side of his lips quirked up in a sexy half-smile. “I brought you to my cabin, but I have no clue why you were even in Timberon County. Want to explain?”
There went his voice again, like the smooth base notes of a saxophone. She closed her eyes and sighed softly.
His hand brushed her hair again, fingering the length and pushing it behind her ear.
Her toes began to curl and heat grew low in her belly. She became aware that they were not sitting in a café discussing this issue. They were naked. Currently, rivulets of water were streaming across their bodies. The fine hairs on his legs brushed against hers as her tight nipples pressed into his chest.
“Calidad yo,” she mumbled, attempting to scramble away from him in the tub. She didn’t know what to do, whether to cover her breasts and sex or use her hands to get out of the tub, revealing all her goodies. Not that he hadn’t already gotten an eye-full. “Mérida.” Spanish always came easier to her when she was flustered.
They twisted and slipped against each other. Dwayne’s hands clutched her waist as they lay in an awkward side by side position now, while the water still pounded on them both.
“She-cat, why don’t you just be still? I’m not going to suddenly attack you just because you gorgeous body is bare before me.”
She noticed his statement didn’t stop his eyes from roaming the length of her nudity. When his gaze returned to hers, his light brown coloring had darkened. If the heat reflecting in his eyes wasn’t enough to convince her that Dwayne was not immune to her naked form then the growing erection pressing against her thigh was clue enough.
“I’d like to put my clothes on.”
“That’s not possible now.”