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absolutely divine, or at least it would be. She smiled to herself. She was missing one thing. She could hear him moving around in the room beyond the screen. Elowyn called out, “Grahame, come join me. I hear warm baths work wonders for stiffness of all kinds.”
    “I wouldn’t want it to work too well.” Grahame came around the screen, already pulling his shirt off. “For the record, I do think this is a trick to see me naked.”
    “It seems to be working.” Elowyn laughed. She was feeling decidedly giddy, a combination of elation and lack of sleep. She leaned her head back against the rim of the tub. “Stand over there.” Elowyn gestured a bubble-covered hand toward the foot of the tub. “I can see you disrobe better that way.”
    “Brazen wench.” Graham grinned and bent to pull off his boots. “How is this? Can you see me now?” he teased.
    Elowyn sent a splash of water his way. “Yes, I can. There’s just not much to see, yet .” Although there was. Grahame was bare-chested, showing off the tanned, smooth musculature of his torso in all its glorious planes and ridges. Certainly, she’d felt the power of his body when he held her, but to see the proof of it so boldly on display was another thing entirely. There were scars, too, reminders that this power had been tried and tested. Her hands wanted to trace those scars. She wanted to hear those stories.
    Grahame’s hands dropped to his waistband, his eyes a wicked gleam of silver as his gaze held hers. “I hope this will change your mind, a little something for the girl who hasn’t seen anything good yet .”
    He was a consummate flirt beneath that officer exterior of his. She wondered how many people ever saw him like this. More important, how many women saw him like this? It wasn’t a very ladylike question to want to know but it was driven by curiosity. She knew so little about him, technically, and yet she felt she knew him in ways she’d never known her other lovers, or had wanted to know them. She’d been happy with the physical level of those liaisons. She’d not even been tempted to take them further.
    That was not the case with Grahame. Physical intimacy had simply whetted her appetite for more emotional intimacies. She wanted to know him and there was danger in that. Nothing could come of this beyond momentary pleasure.
    Grahame pushed his trousers and smalls down past his hips too slowly for her tastes. She let out a breath and blew bubbles in the water while he grinned at her impatience. “Good things come to those who wait, my dear.”
    They most certainly did. There at last, he stood before her entirely naked. Last night it had been too dark. There’d been no time to study him. But now, in the morning light, she wanted to study every glorious inch of him, although her eyes had a will of their own. They wanted to rest on the long, jutting phallus and the other manly accoutrements of him. He was absolutely, splendidly male. “You make my mouth water.”
    Grahame laughed and slid into the tub behind her, making the water rise and slosh as he wrapped his legs about her and pulled her close, that envious phallus pressing up against her bottom in the suds. “I’ll taste better when I’m clean, I promise.” Grahame dropped a kiss along Elowyn’s jaw and nibbled at her ear. “Mmm. You taste better already.”

Chapter Ten
    “It’s the soap,” Elowyn murmured, settling into him. She reveled in the feel of his body, the strength of his legs and the ease with which his arms wrapped around her. She closed her eyes and let her head loll against his chest. “It’s lavender. It’s good for relaxation.” Not that either one of them needed to relax. They were both bone-tired after their night crossing.
    “You pack the most interesting items.” Grahame’s voice caressed her ear. She heard him pluck the washcloth up from under the water. He was washing her, moving the cloth over her breasts and belly. “You had a few minutes to grab