The Interrupted Family
Chapter Six
Susan H
She returned with a towel, and peeled off his shirt. (Yeah, I know I already said this, but it just felt good to say again!)
Booth's wet skin gleamed in the kitchen light. She stroked his chest with the towel and extinguished the cold glow from his flesh. She looked into his eyes, but they were closed. His lips parted and he drew air through his mouth.
She bent her head and rubbed his abdomen. As she reached a half-inch inside his waistband, warm kisses fluttered along the back of her neck.
She straightened and Booth helped her fight her way out of her own drenched jeans. She stepped behind him and caressed his back with the towel. She wrapped her arms around him and trailed her fingertips over his chest reaching lower and lengthening the path with each pass.
Booth turned, and his wet boxers sent icy shivers down her abdomen. They warmed as he pressed against her, as his mouth against hers. He tugged the buttons on her blouse, until his chest pressed against hers. He slipped her sleeves off one arm at a time, planting kisses in their wake. He lifted her by the waist and she floated into his bedroom.