Natalie bobbled the stack of towels when she saw him standing there barefoot, wearing only a pair of jeans. She hadn't had time in the past few years to notice much. Now she couldn't help but gawk at the broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, shirtless man standing before her.
"Here, let me help you." Sam lunged to catch the stack of teetering towels.
Her arm brushed up against his bare chest as he caught the toppling towels. The flash of heat up her arm made her waver with the rest of the stack. Her face flushed with embarrassment at her reaction.
With his free hand, he grabbed her elbow, steadying her load. Now they stood face to face only a stack of towels separating them. He could feel her pulse jumping.
She smelled of honey and flowers. Just one kiss, he thought, I have to. Before he could stop himself he lowered his lips to hers. They were so creamy soft they felt like butter on his. Gently he let his lips drink her in.
Natalie's heart pounded. Her head started spinning. She dropped the towels and pressed herself into him, deepening the kiss. God, it had been so long since anyone had kissed her. She let out a moan as her knees turned to jell-o.