He hadn’t felt the heat building inside the house, but then, he was so hot himself, it’d take a lot for the external air to catch up to his body temperature. Lucy made a face and stepped back out to the deck. Watching her, Bram took two deep breaths, concentrated on relaxing his knotted muscles, then followed her out. She stood at the rail, her hands clasped on it at either side of her waist, staring at the lake. The sunshine made tendrils of her dark hair look almost blue; around her temples, her hair was damp, clinging to her skin. The frayed hem of her shorts teased just below the rounded cheeks of her sweet behind, making his fingers twitch with the need to touch her. He’d always thought Lucy had a world-class ass, not skinny and narrow, like so many of the women he knew, but full and soft. He could spend hours just cuddling that bottom, kissing and stroking. Through the years and two pregnancies, she’d picked up weight in her bottom and in her legs. He’d heard her laughingly complain about it and always reassured her that she had nothing to worry about.
