Chapter 109

Dammit. She was right. She thought he was joking, however he wasn't. He was included in oil and paint and blood. As was she. He wanted nothing to mar this night. Nothing to jar them out of what they would share. So he growled—with much less pleasure this time—and grew to become her away from the mattress and toward the fire.

Robert 's ice cavern had been a home for years. It was satisfied and tremendously warm, thinking about its location. But it would take time to warmness water.

“So, we have two choices,” he muttered between kisses as he kept strolling her, his hands exploring her aspects and back, walking his fingers underneath the waistband of her leggings.

“What are they?” she said breathlessly.

“I can make the fireplace and heat the water and we can have a actual bath—Robert 's bath is large enough for both of us.” Her eyes widened and Gabriel had to force himself to swallow. “Or we can use cold water, then heat up together in bed.”