My breath is shaky and uneven as Chase reaches across me and picks up the washcloth I tossed aside earlier. His scent is overwhelming, even among the many smells of the bath. Against my will, I sink further into him, pressing my back firmly to his chest and exposing my neck ever so slightly. I feel a deep rumble from him, but he doesn't speak; instead, he lowers the washcloth to my right thigh, exactly where that man had touched me earlier. I don't question it, not now at least. I just let my legs fall apart a little, giving him better access. His touch is soothing and gentle as he scrubs, but thorough. I can tell he's intent on removing any trace of that man's scent. When he's satisfied that the scent is gone, he drags the washcloth slowly up my leg, letting his fingers brush the crease b
