His soapy hands massaged her shoulders, slowly and intentionally, and then his fingers trailed down her body, feeling the smoothness of her skin.

Silky — that was what it felt like.

Spotless. Soft. Supple.

Brooklyn shuddered slightly at his touch, tilting her head backward as she gave him more access to do whatever he wanted. The shower kept running, splashing water to rinse out the soap suds all over them.

“Take off your bra,” she batted her eyes at him, her hands gripping the strap ...