Cara's pov
Luca didn't skip a routine. The man went through everything, even better than I'd have done it. Every inch of my skin was scrubbed clean, not a single spot went unnoticed by him. I had gone completely shy when he cleaned my boobs and in between my legs. I’d let the man f**k me to damnation but there was something even more decadent about him washing my private area.
He showered my hair with more care and attention in the twenty minutes he spent washing it than I had in all my twenty-two years on earth. Working through the long length with gentle patience, kneading into my scalp with the expertise of a hairstylist.
He did all of these while stopping at intervals to turn my insides to jelly with soft, delicious kisses.
It was therapy.
I was carried back to my room and place
