The water enveloped me like a warm blanket, soothing my injuries as I leaned back against Ronan's chest. With my eyes still unable to see, my other senses were heightened—the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my back, the scent of his skin mixed with fragrant bath oils, the roughness of his callused hands as they moved across my body.
"Relax," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "Let me take care of you."
His fingers traced lazy circles on my collarbone, then slowly drifted lower. I knew I should stop him, but my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch rather than away. When his hand cupped my breast, I couldn't hold back the soft moan that escaped my lips.
"That's it," he encouraged, his thumb circling my nipple until it hardened beneath his touch. "Forget about everything else. Just feel."