62 | Wicked Promises

It was as she was rinsing the conditioner from her hair that Natalie felt a chill on her back followed by the presence of a warm muscular body behind her. Dominic's scent swirled around her, comforting both her and Raven. Without saying a word, he took the soapy sponge from the shelf, tipped her head forward, and washed every inch of her back. Then he moved onto her arms, her ass, her legs. Never was his touch anything but gentle. Then he turned her to face him and washed the front of her body in much the same way. At no point was his touch seductive, but somehow she was as turned on as hell by the time he'd reached her thighs.