Xavier watched her, mesmerized by the way her body moved, the way her skin glistened in the soft light.
"You're gonna drive me crazy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his hands itching to pull her back into his lap. But Celene just smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes as she continued her ministrations, washing him with a tenderness that was as arousing as it was soothing.
When she was done, she handed him the sponge, her lips curving into a playful challenge. "My turn," she said, standing in the tub, the water lapping at her thighs.
She stretched, her body a vision of curves and soft skin, her breasts heavy and inviting as she ran her hands through her damp hair. Xavier took the sponge, lathering it with soap before starting at her shoulders, his hands gliding over her skin, tracing the delicate lines of her collarbone, the curve of her breasts. He lingered there, his fingers brushing her nipples, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.
