Her heart lost all sense immediately. Heat rushed violently into her face as she instinctively grabbed lightly onto his shoulders for balance.
He was warm. Far warmer than she expected.
The muscles beneath the thin white fabric shifted easily beneath her fingers as he carried her toward the bathing chamber like she weighed nothing at all. To him, perhaps she truly weighed nothing, but Lucrezia suddenly became painfully aware of everything, including the scent of him that surrounded her instantly.
Woodsmoke, rain, and cedar, she noted. Even his breath carried traces of it whenever it brushed faintly across her skin, unfairly intoxicating in a way that made her chest feel tight. Gods, it smelled wonderful.
