Jameson had not even begun to touch her, and Candace was finding herself breathless. The heat from the steady stream of water that pelted Candace’s skin paled by comparison to the fiery passion lighting Jameson’s eyes. Candace sometimes wondered when that might fade—the desire that burned between them. In moments like this, when Jameson looked at her, Candace felt confident that the passion they shared would never diminish.
