There was steam as far as she could see, not fog, for fog was dark and murky. This was steam. Hot and so alive that it embraced her, clinging to her arms and legs and escaping into her body with every breath she took. Then she felt him behind her.
His hands were warm as they gently rubbed her shoulders. The warmth of them seemed to seep through her thin shirt as they moved slowly down her arms.
He had her pulled back against his chest; his ardent breath that raced past her left ear and cheek had her skin tingling with delight. She had lost her breath somewhere between her lungs and throat, her heart was pounding so fast that she couldn't hear quite clearly, but it was hard to miss the was his hot and excited breathing seemed to matched hers. His body against her back was heavy with heat.
His left arm wound its way around her waist and held her tightly against him. The right hand pulled her hair over her right shoulder. Then she felt his fiery lips pressing against the back of her neck, with every kiss he gave her he seemed to brand her as his.
The impassioned growl in his throat and chest was so enthralling, the way his lips that were now pressed against her the bit of bare skin on her shoulder vibrated with the growl caused her knees to buckle underneath her. Her breathing was shaky as she reached up behind her with her left hand and found her fingers tangled in long smooth locks.
His kisses moved up her neck and to the small area behind her ear that had her gasping with each fervent kiss he placed there. Suddenly she was overcome with the desire to have those consuming lips pressed against her own.
Swiftly she turned in his grip and stood on her toes to press her lips to his. He willingly opened his mouth to her. They were pressed against each other so tightly it was as if they couldn't get closer. His hands moved up and down on her back and her hands were snarled in his hair again. He lifted her off her feet that could no longer support her.
Finally they broke apart for breath. She gazed into a pair of boiling pools of black and hazel, they were beautiful eyes, the hazel had drops of gold in it. Then she saw the scar over his right eye.