*Michael*
I hate that this strong woman is doubting herself, and it's even harder for me to resist taking advantage of the situation.
My true motive was to make her feel clean again, but when she touches me with little more than the tip of a finger, it's all I can do not to join her in the tub. I will even keep my trousers on. I just want to take her in my arms and hold her close.
Instead, I set that lovely hand back on the edge of the tub and move behind her. "Sit up. I will get your back."
"You are determined to wash all of me."
Every bloody inch, and for some spots, I wouldn't mind using my tongue instead of the linen.
The water splashes in minute waves as she brings her knees to her chest, leans forward, and wraps her arms around them, placing her cheek against them, revealing
