“Do you find me ugly now?” I ask him, holding my breath. He hasn’t mentioned the scar that runs from just below my eye to my chin. But that doesn’t mean he hasn’t noticed it.
He looks at me as if I’m stupid. “Why would I ever think you’re ugly?”
I motion weakly to my face.
He slowly unbuttons the shirt I’m wearing, letting it slip slowly from my shoulder until I’m naked in front of him.
His eyes heat, roaming over my exposed flesh, but he does nothing but lead me to the bath, helping me to climb in and sit down, avoiding submerging too much.
“You are—and always have been—the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Isolde Romano. Nothing—and I mean nothing—could ever change that.”
The tension inside me dissipates.
“Join me?” I ask, placing a hand on his wrist before he can move away.
He hesitates.
“Please?” I widen my eyes, jutting out my bottom lip.
He sighs, but then strips off his clothes, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of him—every lean muscle, that V, his perfect cock.
“My eyes are up here, Iz.” He laughs. “Stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat.”
My face heats.
“Scoot forward,” he instructs.
Once I do, he carefully climbs into the bath behind me.
I lean against his chest, loving the way his skin feels against mine. He’s tense, clearly worried he’ll hurt me. I know he never would.
After we soak for a while, neither of us breaking the silence of the moment, he lathers up a sponge, then begins running it over my lower arms, then my chest, my stomach.
He cleans between my thighs, and I can’t help my moan as he brushes myclit. He freezes.
“Iz—”
“Enzo,” I whimper. “Please.”
“What do you need?”
“Touch me.”
His muscles tense beneath me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“The only way you’ll hurt me is by stopping.”
He groans. But then he drops the sponge, tracing his fingers over my skin.
He runs one over my slit, not touching me where I want it, just teasing. I exhale shakily, anticipation curling in my gut. Gooseflesh pebbles my skin despite the heat of the water.
“Are you sure?”
I nod. “Please.”
He finds my clit, feeling how wet I am. His deep moan rumbles in my ear.
He pushes a finger inside me, and I whimper. Another finger, another cry escapes my lips.
