64 Just bathing

Excitement and alarm washed through Elle's entire being. If his hands were able to send pleasurable electricity as he touched her skin, those words of his had literally set her on fire, inside and out.

Warning bells echoed loudly in her ears, reminding her of her resolve. But her traitorous body chose to pretend not to hear them. Oh, dear lord, help her…

His hands that were capable of igniting a sensual flame in her, roamed freely over her torso, but elusively, teasingly, avoiding all the aching places. Those places that she was dying for him to touch.

Elle could only bite down on her lower lip to stop her moans from escaping, no… to stop her lips from slipping and actually asking him to touch her in those hot and aching places. She couldn't believe she was already on the verge of begging him to do so, in fact.