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While she cleaned the tunic, Alex scooped up some water, washing off his skin. Rivulets of water spilled over his hard muscles, and Laren found herself staring at her husband.

He stretched and shivered from the freezing water. Her eyes followed the water that pooled over his skin, trailing downwards.

He saw her staring, and met her with his own frank gaze. Dark eyes moved down her face, past her breasts to her hips. Unable to help herself, she reached out and touched his cool skin, wiping away a droplet of water with her fingertips.

Alex didn’t move, but he caught her wrist and held it to his skin. ‘After the girls are asleep, meet me here again tonight.’

He pressed her fingers over his ribs, guiding her hand around his waist. Though his skin was icy cold from the water, she leaned in to warm him. His hand cupped her face.

Though he hadn’t done anything at all, Laren’s breath was shaky, her body seeking his nearness.

His fingers stroked the side of her face, and she lifted her mouth to his, claiming the kiss that he hadn’t given.

When he pulled back, he let his hands remain around her waist. ‘Tonight,’ he repeated.

She nodded and he released her.