Anna was pinned against the cold tiles, her back arching as his lips claimed hers in a hungry, breath-stealing kiss. The sound of water cascading from the shower filled the room, drenching her completely as heat pooled beneath her skin, warring with the chill that surrounded them.
Her hands roamed over the sculpted muscles of his chest, feeling the tension ripple beneath her fingertips. Their mouths moved feverishly, desperate and unrestrained, leaving no space for air—no thought but the fire burning between them.
Her mind was a blur—every rational thought drowned beneath the rhythm of their breaths and the slick heat of their skin. She tilted her head back as his lips left hers, tracing a path down her throat, lingering over the sensitive curve of her collarbone before descending to her chest.
