~ SASHA ~
Being bathed by Zev was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced. Her chest was heaving and her hands trembling as much from desire as cold.
His massive, burnished body gleamed in the low light of the lantern as he stepped out of the bath to plunge a fresh cloth into it, then cupped her jaw in one hand and kissed her even as he stroked her body with the cloth. Again, and again, and again, until she'd lost track of anything but his lips on hers, his tongue tracing the line of her lips, his warmth pressing against her.
Then with a low growl, he dropped the cloth and picked up the soap, lathering his hands.
