Kyler’s gaze dropped to my belly. “Yeah, sorry about that. I made a mess of you.”

That was so not what I wanted to say. My cheeks burned, especially when his grin spread. “It’s alright. I mean, sex can be messy sometimes and these things happen and…I really need to stop talking.”

Kyler chuckled deeply and then he kissed the tip of my nose. “Have I told you how adorable you are?”

Adorable? I’d been aiming for sexy or hot. I shrugged one shoulder.

“You’re fucking adorable.” Dipping his head further, he kissed me. It was quick and soft, but it curled my toes nonetheless. “I think we both need a shower. It’s going to be cold, though.”

Remembering the icy drenching I’d gotten when the generator had gone off, I winced. “Yikes.”

“I guess it depends on how badly you want to shower.”

I considered it and decided I wanted a shower that badly. Sighing, I wiggled free and sat up. Grabbing for the blanket, I held it to my bare chest. The flames were low in the fireplace, almost out. I listened for a moment and realized I didn’t hear the wind. My gaze went to the thin slit in the curtains and I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or sad about the fact the blizzard was over.

Kyler’s lips brushed my bare shoulder, and I turned my head toward him. His hair flopped over his forehead, a complete mess. My heart tumbled over when he gave me his lopsided grin. “Shower?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Together?”

Heat pooled in my lower stomach. “Yeah?”

That boyish grin turned wicked. “Maybe we won’t even notice the water is cold.”

A minute later, we noticed that the water was ice-cold. No amount of sexy Kyler nakedness could change that fact.

“Holy shit,” he said, dunking his head under the stream of water. “Holy shit balls.”

I laughed as I hobbled in front of him, arms wrapped around myself. He was taking the brunt of the icy deluge and I was just getting sprayed every few seconds by it. Little bumps covered every square inch of my flesh, and as crazy as it was, I was freezing but I was also oh-so hot.

Kyler had lathered up, and soapy suds traveled down that impeccable stomach of his, following the ropey muscles and disappearing between his legs. I couldn’t stop staring. It was embarrassing. It was thrilling. He turned at some point, and I was staring at the tattoo down his spine. What language was it in? Then he faced me again.

“Okay,” he breathed, shaking his head. “You ready for this?”

I dragged my eyes up and nodded. “Not really.”