His mouth dipped down to softly touch her lips with his. He placed soft kisses against her lips, butterfly kisses that made her shiver and ache to reach up and grab his hair. She wanted to pull him down against her, but she balled her hands into fists under the sudsy water and just let him kiss her like a china doll.
The feel of his lips so light and delicate against the corner of her mouth and then the corners of her eyes drew a whimper from deep inside. Kristen wanted to curse the weakness washing over her in slow, thick waves. His mouth moved to her temple.
Heat reached out from his body to hers, and though he didn't touch her anywhere with any part of his body other than his lips, she wanted him to.
Dear God, she wanted him to touch her all over.