Her throat tightened. Blindly, Wendy turned around and pressed against him, cupping the back of his neck to pull him down for a kiss. “Same here,” she murmured before sealing their mouths together. Her soap-slick body glided along his, his erection trapped between their stomachs. The rush of the water died in her ears, replaced by the renewed roar of her blood. There was a hell of a lot more she’d do for Macaulay, but one step at a time here.
The kiss unfolded slowly and seemed to stretch for the entire night. She was beginning to understand that Macaulay never rushed to finish a kiss. He lingered over each caress, getting the most out of the contact, pulling her breath from her until she couldn’t do anything except cling to him. When he finally lifted his head, she felt more than a littl
