Free Healing Rain by Karen-Anne Stewart

glass doors. Raina bites her lip, her gaze lowering shyly, feeling confused by her timid reaction to the intimacy of showering with him and seeing his wet, naked body after experiencing every part of it repeatedly since last night. He turns around, pulling her against him into the warmth of the water, sweetly kissing her forehead. “What do you want to do today?” he asks, taking the soap and turning her around again to wash her back.
    Delicious thoughts fill her mind of exactly what she wants to do right now, and she touches her lips again, smiling. “It’s Christmas Eve and I haven’t bought you anything for Christmas yet,” she guiltily confesses, “I want to go shopping if that’s okay with you.”
    “We will do whatever you want to do, darlin’, but you don’t have to get me anything, I have all I need right here in front of me.”
    She turns around, taking the soap from his hands, slathering it against his glistening, muscled torso, “I’m getting you a gift.”
    “Your gift is being delivered at home today, Chase is going to take it inside. So, I can buy you something to open tomorrow while we are out.”
    “Don’t buy me anything else, I can wait until we get home.”
    Kas lowers his mouth to hers, “Right now, I have something that can’t wait.”
    Raina’s gaze lowers, and she laughs, her brow arching as she pulls the bulging, impatient part of him against her belly. The white heat that spreads through her is captivating, and she digs her fingers into his firm, full backside, pressing him hard against her, willing and ready to take care of what ever need her husband ever has. “Let me see what I can do about that then,” she whispers, just before her back is pushed against the shower wall.
     
    After eating at the renowned Pasticceria Taddeucci bakery, they decide to rent a car and explore. They drive to Florence, exploring the local shops before grabbing a quick lunch. Kas delights in watching Raina’s eyes light up as they visit the Bargello Museum. Her awe at the Renaissance sculptures and art inspire him to pull her into his arms and kiss her passionately right there, in the middle of the museum floor, masterpieces by Donatello, Luca della Robbia, and Michelangelo surrounding them as they become an exhibit of their own. Raina blushes as Kas finally releases her, the smiles of the couples and giggles of the children passing by sending a scarlet flush to her cheeks.
    They visit the Bargello Palace before heading back to their villa, stopping at a quaint trattoria on their way to eat dinner. They pull into the drive at the villa as snow starts to lightly fall. Raina smiles as she looks up into the night sky. The soft white snowflakes coolly kiss her face.
    Kas stares at his wife, still overcome by how happy the simplest things make her. He kisses her head before walking to the back of the car and opening the trunk. Raina quickly steps up beside him, “I’ll get this bag,” she teases, winking at him as she pulls it out, holding it behind her back so he can’t peek inside.
    Kas starts a fire when they get into the villa as Raina takes the purchases upstairs. He slips the necklace he bought her out of his jacket pocket, hiding it in a drawer before she comes back downstairs. He grabs a couple of glasses, pouring sparkling cider in each one. Kas can hear Raina softly singing upstairs, and his body responds to the smooth, sultry voice of his talented wife. His already aroused state hardens even further when Raina walks down the stairs wrapped in a lavender satin gown, the sleek material hugging her every feminine curve. Her hair is loosely pulled off of her neck and soft tendrils frame her beautiful face. The light of the fire dances off of her skin, causing Kas to have to remind himself to breathe.
    Raina takes the cider from his hand as she leans in and lightly brushes her lips against his before turning towards the living room. Kas takes her arm, stopping her as he steps up behind her,