Hailee's POV
Nathan's hands moved slowly and tenderly as he washed me with the soapy sponge. His touch lingered with an intimacy that made it impossible to tell if he was simply bathing me… or committing every inch of me to memory.
"Spread your legs," he murmured, the words low but carrying a note of authority that made my breath hitch. Heat bloomed across my cheeks, but I slowly let my knees drift apart under the warm water. Nathan's breath brushed my ear as his hand slid lower, the soapy sponge set aside.
"Let me wash you," he murmured.
I bit my lip, my heart pounding as his fingers parted me gently. The first touch was tentative, slow, but when his finger slipped inside my pussy, I couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped my lips. My head tipped back against his shoulder, my eyes fluttering shut.
