The warm water from the rainfall showerhead cascaded over Bella’s skin, a soothing balm that washed away the sweat and tension of the last few hours. Ethan stood behind her, the spray slicking his dark hair flat against his forehead. His large, calloused hands were covered in a rich, cedarwood-scented lather as he gently ran them down her arms and over the curve of her waist, bathing her with a slow, deliberate focus.
His gaze never left her. Even in the misty, steam-filled bathroom of the executive suite, his forest-green eyes burned with an intense appreciation.
"You look so perfect," Ethan said, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly rumble that resonated through the small space.
He leaned down, tilting her chin up with two fingers to press his lips against hers. At first, it was just
