Delia wrapped her arms around Eric's neck, her body flush against his in the warm, scented water of the bath. She pulled him closer, her earlier hesitation completely gone, replaced by a deep, undeniable certainty that had been unlocked by something she couldn't describe.
At first, Eric was so stunned by her sudden, passionate action that he didn't kiss her back. He was frozen for a moment, his mind trying to catch up with this bold, beautiful woman who had taken complete control. Delia's hand, however, traveled from his shoulder to the sensitive part of his neck, her fingers gently stroking the skin there, a silent invitation that needed no words.
That simple, knowing touch was enough to ignite the fire that was already smoldering inside him. He returned the kiss, his own passion rising to meet hers. With a slow, deliberate movement, he gently laid her down in the other side of the large, claw-footed bathtub, the warm water swirling around them.
