SLOW BURN
ISABELLA
He turned me around so my back was against his chest, and the first touch of his soapy hands on my shoulders made me forget how to breathe.
Okay… I have a bad feeling about this.
Alexander lathered the soap between his palms, then slid them down my arms, watching his own hands move over my skin like he had all the time in the world.
He hasn't even touched me yet and I'm already dripping.
His hands traced my collarbone, the curve of my ribs, the dip of my waist. He was everywhere and nowhere, his fingers brushing the undersides of my breasts but never quite covering them, sliding down my stomach but stopping before they reached the place where I was aching.
That stupid smirk on his face tells me he's doing this on purpose.
Alexander." My voice came out strangled.
