"Mmm. Blasted potion," he muttered. "I'm wanting you again already."
Excitement beat through her. "'Haps 'tis not the potion but simply that you want me."
He lifted a brow. "If that be the case, you shall never see rest again."
Heat and happiness spread over her face, and she grinned as she rinsed the suds from his body.
"Like that, aye?"
She nodded. "Indeed, sir. 'Twould be my grandest wish."
He tugged her forward and kissed her. He moaned and made the tongue play even more hedonistic. Once he released her from this sensual enchantment, she stood, took his hand, and urged him up. Water dripped from his hard-angled, aroused body. She blotted him dry with a linen cloth, then led him to the bed.
"'Tis too soon," he said. "You must be sore."
She shook her head, unable to imagine stopping now. She wished to enjoy him for as long as possible.
***
TORR WOKE SLOWLY, REALIZINGhe was not in bed alone. A warm, tempting enchantress pressed her plump breasts against him and placed kisses on his chest.
"Mmm." He drifted, half dozing, enjoying the feel of Cat while his arousal grew. He had not awakened so pleasantly in ages. He smoothed a hand down her naked back to her derriere and squeezed. He would undeniably have sweet dreams with something so luscious cradled in his hand.
The bedchamber door burst open. "Torr!"
