Nicholas's hands, already warm from washing her, began a more deliberate exploration along the curve of Ella's hip. Her skin, slick with water and desire, gleamed in the low light as his fingers traced tantalizing patterns that made her shiver.
"Nicholas…" Ella whispered, her voice a mix of breathless plea and quiet command. Her eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the intense pressure building within her.
Nicholas's lips curved into a mischievous, knowing smile as he let his hands wander further upward. He slid one hand gently from her waist, his fingertips alighting on the sensitive skin at the top of her inner thigh. Slowly, he began to stroke the delicate flesh, his touch light and teasing, as if trying to memorize every soft contour of her body.
