Heaven. That was the only word in Thorne's mind as his hand found its place on the back of Noelle's neck, pulling him closer into a deep, unhurried kiss. Thorne had imagined this moment countless times during their separation, thought he'd be desperate and impatient, all-consuming in his need to claim and possess Noelle. Yet, now that he had him in his arms again, those thoughts evaporated. Fast and frantic wouldn't do. Not this time.
This was different.
Noelle moved, his lithe body shifting to straddle Thorne in the bathtub, as though the closeness they already shared wasn't enough. His legs framed Thorne's hips, and their bodies pressed together, the motion sending ripples through the water. It spilled over the edge of the tub, cascading onto the floor in small waves, but neither of them noticed nor cared.
