"I see you've met Aisha," she said stubbornly, flushing.
He took a step to close the gap between them, and they were kissing again. Emotion and desire fueled her. She responded as aggressively as he. He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her against him. The feel of his warm skin against hers thawed her resistance, teased her with the image of his naked body against hers. He smelled of sweet rain and dark grasses, his taste just as exotic.
His strength, his heat…in seconds, she couldn't think of anything more than feeling more of him, tasting more of him. His arousal rose solid and thick against her belly, and the soft towel agitated her straining nipples. She met his aggression with her own, nibbling his lower lip, tasting him. Her hands roamed his chest and back. He pressed her against the wall, moving against her slowly while intensifying the kiss.
"Say yes," he ordered in the low growl.
"Yes," she said breathlessly.
He chuckled and lowered her onto the bed, his body atop hers. She surrendered to the heat in her blood.