Gawyn acquiesced with a nod. He pulled her over to the steaming tub. He picked up a clean cloth, dipping it into the water. He ran it over her forehead, the dirt coming off her skin. He dipped it in the water again and brushed it across her cheeks and her nose, then her chin, cleaning her face. He grinned. “I can’t imagine how I look.”
Her gaze swept his face. His strong nose, sensual lips, and warm brown eyes. “Amazing,” she whispered.
He smiled, and some caked dirt fell from his cheek. His gaze moved slowly over her face and everywhere his smoldering look touched, prickles of heat flared to life. He took hold of her floor length tunic and paused. He looked her in the eyes as he slowly lifted the garment over her head. Pieces of dried mud fell off the tunic to the floor as Gawyn tossed the tunic aside.
She stood in her chemise.
The warm fire crackled in the hearth behind her.
Gawyn lifted his tunic over his head, revealing his glorious torso inch by inch. He was magnificent. A fighter. Hard planes lined his ridged stomach. The muscles of his upper body were defined and sculpted. He was much stronger than she had believed. She eased the cloth from his hand and dipped it in the water. She brushed it across his shoulders and drops of water fell over his skin. She slowly slid the cloth across his chest and his dark nipples tightened. The dirt came away leaving a gleaming, glowing torso.
Justina stared at his magnificence. She wanted to see all of him. She untied his leggings, but Gawyn caught her hands. He stepped back and pulled one boot off and then the other. Both landed on the floor.
He returned to her side and Justina eased his leggings down. She reached behind him to push them over his bottom, letting her hand slide over his warm skin. When she pulled back, she saw just how excited he was. She lifted her gaze to his face again.
They came together in a rush of longing and need, their bodies fusing, their kiss desperate and heated.
They made love in the tub and throughout the night, spending their time in each other’s arms, forgetting the world for just one magical evening.
In the morning, Gawyn donned clean clothing and pulled his boots on.
Justina sat up in the bed. “Where are you going?”
He looked at her over his shoulder. “I have a plan.”
