“Well, thanks for answering my phone call. If I were you, I wouldn’t have. But I appreciate the demonstration of love. Now, get back to your hottie. Glad to know you are doing well. And by well, I mean, a hell of a lot better than me.”

I smiled. “Chin up, buttercup. Only three and a half more years, right?”

“Of med school, sure. And then the real hell begins.”

“You could give up,” I reminded her, knowing exactly what she’d say.

“No, I’m a glutton for punishment. Besides, who needs sex when you have stacks of anatomy books?”

“That’s the spirit!”

“Love you, Cara-saurus.

I rolled my eyes. “Love you too.”

We said our good-byes, and I carefully placed my phone on the nearby bathroom counter. Then I continued with my new favorite pastime.

Staring at Roman. Naked.

“Good?” he said as his eyebrows rose with mischief.

“What?”

“Sex with me is just… good?” He moved forward, causing a ripple effect in the water.

Iridescent bubbles sloshed around my chest and arms as his warm body met mine.

“Did I say good? I meant, extraordinary.” I smiled, his lips hovering over my neck. “Phenomenal?” I continued as his large hand found my breast. “Legendary?”

“Better.”

The stubble from his grin moved roughly against my neck and cheek as he kissed a path toward my mouth, pulling me into his lap at the same time.

“What are you doing?” I murmured through languid kisses.

“What does it look like?” he asked.

I could feel his smile against my lips. Pulling back slightly, I met his green eyes, dark with heat and passion.

“We were supposed to take a bath to relax from the sex we’d just had, remember?”

“Yes, and now, I’m all better,” he purred, continuing his fiery path of kisses down my body.

His voice carried that cocky bedroom quality I loved. Deep, husky, and dripping with sexual overtones. It made me weak in the knees and turned me into putty in his hands.

Something he knew well.

“Come on, Cara—or should I say Cara-saurus?” His grin widened as I sent a few silent curse words to my crazy best friend. “I’ve never done it in a bathtub before,” he murmured in my ear as his hands worked magic below the water.

Well, who was I to say no to that?

“Are you going to explain to your mother why we’re two and a half hours late?” I asked, looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand as I frantically ran around the room in nothing but a towel.

“Sure. It will be the first thing I say right after I introduce you. It will go something like, Hey, Mom. This is Cara, my girlfriend. Sorry we are late. We were fucking in the tub. Made an awful mess. Took ten towels to mop up all the water.”