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the swollen cut where his teeth had bitten her and he felt the matching sore on his own lip.
    Olena moved past him, mischievously passing up his offered mouth. She shrugged out of her panties and got into the bath. Standing naked before him, she waited.
    Yusef did not have to be commanded. He stepped into the large basin joining her. Slowly they sank into the warm water. Their backs to opposite sides, they faced each other. Her legs lying to his side. Olena closed her eyes, momentarily content to enjoy the water.
    Soon, his fingers were on her feet, lifting them to his chest so he could lather them with soap. His soft touch took her in for a moment, entranced her mind with the pleasure of it. He let his hands roamed, gliding up her calf. When he touched the intimate curve of her knee, she stiffened, ticklish. Opening her eyes, she bathed him, as he did her.
    However, as she lathered his feet, she too found herself working up to his hair-roughened thighs. The soap slid delightfully erotic on their skin. Their touches stayed on task, heating and building fires wherever they journeyed. From the thighs they discovered hips, from the delectable hips they discovered stomachs, and from flat stomachs they found chests.
    Yusef took his time, teasing her breasts, learning their feel, testing their response. He was not disappointed. As he ran his thumb over a sensitive nub, her body jerked in pleasure.
    To Olena’s surprise, she found they were kneeling in the warm water, her hands moving in circles over Yusef’s shoulders. His mouth was inches away from hers, parted, ready to kiss her but holding back. He worked his large hands over her back, massaging her closer to his chest.
    The raven strands of his hair were on his shoulders. The dark tips were wet where she had brushed against them. The texture of him mesmerized her. It was hypnotic to her fingers. She couldn’t seem to find the will to stop touching him. The smell of him, of the soap, it drove into her senses.
    It was insanity. She knew it. Being with him would go against every code that she lived by. It would ruin the balance of her life. But she could no more stop herself than she could stop the march of time or change the will of the seasons. He was desert heat to her arctic cold. They would never survive together, yet here they were--touching, feeling, stroking, burning.
    His tenderness cracked the ice block that had settled over her heart years ago. She couldn’t fight this kind of passion. He didn’t demand anything from her, only gave. How could she refuse such a gift? No one had ever treated her like she was delicate, like she was a real woman.
    Desire overwhelmed her, scaring her.
    Yusef watched her. The mischief faded from her emerald eyes and he saw the raw agony of pain staring at him. In that moment, a veil was lifted, baring her soul to him. He smelled her longing for him, but also the deeply buried fear. Her eyes moistened with tears as she looked deep into his gray eyes. Whatever it was that she had planned by luring him to the bath, she was not following through.
    Olena didn’t know if it was the man, the wine in her veins, or the crystal glowing brighter with each passing moment, that was driving her onward. All she knew was that her body would never be the same. As her desire had begun to respond naturally to his, she forgot her plans, forgot that they shouldn’t be doing this. She forgot to hate him.
    Slowly, Olena leaned forward, her arms winding slowly around him as she kissed him. Yusef held her, enjoying himself as he let her make the first move. Her lips were open and sweet, pouring a tender vulnerability over him. Her body pressed more firmly against him as he leaned back in the tub to support her weight. Her legs adjusted over his waist, careful to keep him from touching her with his arousal.
    Yusef growled into her opened mouth. Her lips quickened to a fevered pace as she moaned into him. He found her hips, naturally urging her body closer,