The temperature was set lower than most hot tubs she'd been in. She asked him about that.
"I like to soak, but I get too hot."
It wasn't cold by any means, just not scaldingly hot. She nodded. "We could just lie here and soak, or…" She let her voice trail off.
"Or?" he prompted, already moving into her space.
"In three and a half years and several hotel stays, we never made love in a whirlpool."
"No, we have not."
"Want to?" she asked with a smile, but her heart was beating fast already, her body preparing for him.
"Oh, yes."
She thought she would ride him again, but he had other ideas, arranging her so she floated with her head on one of the cushioned corners. He stood and entered her, holding her thighs up and open wide for his possession.
The water muted sensations while enhancing others. It took longer for the pleasure to build, but when she climaxed, Blythe nearly passed out from the pleasure of it.
She had to lean on Tor afterward as they dried off and made it into the beautifully appointed bedroom. She teased him about being too wiped to carry her and found herself swept off her feet.
If Tor wobbled a little she wasn't saying anything.
That he could carry her at all just showed how strong he was.
Tor talked to the security officer in charge of the sweep of Blythe's condo and phone while she slept. She was going to be livid when she found out that there had indeed been an app installed on her phone as well as bugs in her living room and bedroom.
Who had placed them and gotten the app on her phone was the real question as Tor had never doubted that technology, and not Blythe, was responsible for the leaks.
After he got off the phone with the security people, he arranged a conference call with his brothers. Tor was signing off that call when he heard the shower go on.
Dropping his headset, he headed to the bathroom. The sight that met him made something squeeze in his chest.
Blythe stood under the spray in the glass and marble enclosure, water cascading down her beautiful body. As she shifted to wash herself, he caught glimpses of her raspberry tipped breasts and the shadow between her legs.
Heat surged through him, but more than that, something inside him settled at the sight.
This was his woman. He was never letting her go again.
He'd made a mistake just accepting her desire to break up a year ago.
How had he believed she didn't still want him? He was not a man who suffered insecurity, so where had his willingness to believe come from?
Regardless, he no longer believed. The look on her face when she had realized he was the one at her door? He would never forget it.
Pure joy had lit her blue eyes with the power of a major city grid. She'd tried to hide it, but that one glimpse had been all Tor had needed.
This woman had not wanted to let him go any more than he had wanted to walk away.
Whatever her reservations about the future, they were not about how well the two of them fit together.
Tor stripped out of his clothes, leaving them in a heap on the granite tiled floor, and stepped toward the shower.
Blythe did not startle as he slid his hands around her waist, but leaned back against him. Like this, the two of them together naked and under the water, was the most natural thing ever.
Making a soft sound of pleasure, she let him take her weight. "I woke up alone."
The words and the chiding tone surprised him. She'd never complained before. Not once. Not when they had no choice about being apart upon waking and not when he'd had to leave her bed to handle something.