Zara
I gasp, and Locke stills for half a second behind me. Not stopping, not retreating. Just acknowledging my reaction. Then his hands begin moving again, slow and deliberate beneath the water, his thumbs brushing lightly over my n*****s as he washes me.
Pleasure flashes through me so sharply that I nearly arch completely against him, and I bite back a moan of pleasure, of need. At the sound, his one hand remains cupping my breast while the other slides lower, smoothing soap slowly over my hips, the sensitive inside of my thigh… and I almost pass out right here in the tub.
My body feels feverish now, every nerve ending alive beneath his hands while he continues touching me with unbearable calm. I’m becoming desperate for more, for friction, for pressure, for something, and I know he ca
