I shifted in the tub, suddenly restless as the memory of his lips on mine sent a fresh wave of heat through my body before settling low in my belly. My thighs pressed together of their own accord, seeking relief from the growing pressure.
Before I could think better of it, my hand slid down my stomach, beneath the water, finding the aching spot between my thighs. I gasped at the contact, my back arching slightly away from the porcelain.
Goddess, I was already so aroused. I was so slick and swollen, just from thinking about his kisses. What would it be like to have his hands on me instead of my own? His mouth trailing down my neck, across my collarbone, lower still…
I bit my lip, stifling a moan as my fingers worked faster, circling and pressing in all the right spots. In my min
