Charlene
"You smell so good, Charlene," he murmured, slipping into the bath behind me, causing the water to rise.
With a gentle tug, I found myself nestled against his chest, his legs sliding around mine, coaxing them apart. "You smell so enticing," he inhaled deeply, his breath sending shivers through me.
I couldn't help but tremble in response. Finding myself naked in a bath with Draven was beyond anything I ever imagined.
If someone had told me this would happen, I would've said it was impossible. The rekindling of the old flame between us had set every sense on fire.
The last time I'd seen him naked was five years ago, and now, all that long-buried desire had come back again.
Draven's fingers found the body wash on the built-in shelf beside the tub, squeezing some into his palm.
As he rubbed his hands together, working the foam, he began a slow, deliberate exploration, his hands tracing my neck and shoulders, each touch sparking warmth across my skin.
