Camilla stopped trying to reach her back. She did not cover herself. Instead, she turned her back fully to him. She reached up with both hands, gathered all of her long damp hair, and pulled it forward over her right shoulder. The simple action revealed the smooth expanse of her bare back to his eyes.
Damon stopped walking for a second. He stared at the beautiful curve of her spine and the delicate structure of her shoulder blades. He swallowed hard, a visible gulp moving down his throat as he forced himself to focus on the dark bruises rather than the bare beauty of his wife.
He stepped close behind her. He reached out and gently took the small glass jar from her hands.
He dipped his two primary fingers into the cool, slick ointment. He stepped right up against her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his large body.
