Page 65 of Beastly Mountain Man

“Does he judge?”

“Constantly.”

“That explains a lot.”

I kissed her.

Slow this time.

No hurry left.

When we finally separated, Caprice looked toward the shower controls.

“I’m getting too hot.”

“Then we’re done.”

I shut off the water.

Steam hung in the room as we stepped onto the bath mat.

I wrapped a towel around her first and grabbed another for myself.

“Dizzy?”

“No.”

“Cold?”

She gave me a look.

“We just had sex under hot water.”

“That wasn’t the question.”

“No, I’m not cold.”

“Good.”

She rubbed the towel through her hair.

“You become extremely practical immediately after sex.”

“I’m practical during sex too.”

“You are.”

She smiled at me over the towel.

“I like both.”

That got me somewhere beneath the ribs.

I went for water.

When I came back, Caprice stood in the mudroom wrapped in a towel, looking at her wet clothes as if distance might improve them.

“I’m assuming putting those back on defeats most of what the shower accomplished.”