Chapter 72

Archer inhaled sharply and then released a groan of approval. "Come here."

His tone nearly unraveled me, a heady mix of masculinity and wonder. I forced a swallow as I pictured him naked and wet, an image that curled deep inside of me and beckoned me closer. I stepped toward him, following the thread he'd planted in my heart.

"These are hardly bigger than wash basins. Luckily there are two of them." He must've stood because water poured down into the basin.

In the corner, another fire burned, and I wished I could see it flicker over his skin.

He crossed toward me, took my hand, and led me to another basin next to the first. Steam rose from it and flirted with my thighs, fueling the heat already kindling between them. He steadied me as I lifted a foot toward the edge.

"A little higher," he said, his breath sliding down my chest and tightening my nipples.