When they slid over my chest, I lingered. My palms cupped my breasts gently before I let them drop away again. I bit my lip, pretending it was accidental, but then I did it again—deliberately this time. His eyes narrowed the slightest bit, a tiny shift, but I noticed. He noticed me noticing, and that alone made heat spread lower in my belly.

I ran my hands over my breasts in slow circles, the cool water making the skin tight and sensitive. When my fingers brushed over my nipples, they were ...