My fingers slid slowly up his thigh, inching toward the edge of the towel as I leaned in closer, my breath brushing against his neck.
Roman’s eyes widened slightly as my fingers crept higher up his thick, muscular thigh, brushing the edge of the white towel. The fabric was still slightly damp from his shower, and I could feel the heat radiating off his skin. He didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he froze, staring at me with a mixture of confusion and something darker flickering in those intense eyes.
“What… what are you doing?” he asked, voice low and rough, like he was trying to process the sudden shift in the air. His hand came down to gently cover mine, stopping its progress, but he didn’t remove it. Not yet.
I didn’t flinch. I leaned in closer, letting my breasts brush against h
