Sean ran his fingers through Catherine's silky hair. The strands slid between his fingertips as he massaged the conditioner in, working slowly and gently to untangle the knots. But he was only half paying attention to her hair. As she'd relaxed into the warmth of the water, she'd leaned back and closed her eyes. One long, pale leg lifted out of the water, and she flexed and pointed her soapy foot in the air.
He stared at her leg, imagining what it would feel like to have it wrapped around him. How soft the skin would feel under his hands and lips and how her toes might curl in the heat of the moment. Images flashed through his mind, and he felt the blood rushing into his groin.
With a groan, he tore his eyes away and looked down at her hair. Her eyes flew open, and her leg splashed back into the water, hidden by the foamy bubbles. He cursed himself for putting so much gel in the bathwater. If only there hadn't been so many bubbles.
