"Worth the wait." Zaeryn returned the slow grin. "Care for some company?"
"I suppose I could accommodate." She turned away from him, presenting her back in full view.
Zaeryn's eyes swept over her, lingering unapologetically on the curve of her narrow waist and the curve of her wide hips.
She was a feast for the eyes, every line and shape commanding his attention. Water cascaded over her strong shoulders, tracing the lush, heavy curves of her breasts, glistening as it slid downward.
Her skin was flushed pink from the heat, perfect and glistening, her nipples tight peaks under his stare.
Marceline looked over her shoulder slightly, offering the soap."If you're done observing, I was hoping you'd come help me. My back needs washing."
A wicked grin touched Zaeryn's lips. He took the soap, covering his hands with it before placing them on her shoulders. The steam and the slick soap made her skin feel like hot silk.
