Susanna's Heart

Back in the master bedroom he found the bed now empty. Susanna discarded clothes lay on the floor. Like bread crumbs he followed them into the master bath. There he found her immersed in the claw foot tub. Her eyes were closed; her head reclined on a thick towel. He followed the long smooth column of her throat to bare shoulders floating above bubbles.

Good manners dictated he leave now as graciously as possible. However he couldn’t seem to get his feet to cooperate or his eyes to stop staring, she looked so enticing. The rapid pounding of his heart roared in his ears. What the hell am I doing here?

“Stop staring, Noah, it’s impolite.” Susanna inclined her head. My, my, he was one tall drink of water. Her eyes now drank every inch of him in from head to booted feet. In a husky voice she didn’t recognize as her own she said, “You felt it too?”

Susanna moved to the edge of the tub, “I could think of lots of reason why this is a bad idea, but not now, later maybe. I want you, Noah, right here, right now.” For too long hate fueled her emotions, leaving her bitter and angry. In Noah’s arms the desire to feel a man’s touch had been reborn. If only for this moment, she wanted to know this man in the most intimate of ways. Susanna’s lips tilted up sensuously as she held out her hand beckoning him. “There’s plenty of room, join me.”