That look, and the cool air hardening my nipples, arouses me.
And bold. Suddenly brazen.
"Are you an exhibitionist?" I ask.
“Quite possibly. What about you?”
My cheeks flame red as he takes a step back, his eyes roaming my body with a heat that makes my skin prickle.
Still wearing his suit and tie, Cameron kneels so he’s face-to-face with my silk panties. He lowers them.
“No!”
“No?” He looks up at me with a smile. “Do you really mean that?”
“Yes. No. I mean… I’d like to freshen up first.”
Cameron rises smoothly, towering over me again. His smile fades into something more serious, more deliberate. “Then let me show you your bathroom.”
“Mybathroom?” I echo, hugging my arms across my naked breasts as he leads me across the room and flicks open the lights.
The room is white on white, gleaming marble from floor to ceiling. It's polished so bright it looks unreal. Sleek Italian faucets. A deep Roman tub.
“Yes. The master suite has two of everything. Two walk-in closets, as well. We’ll have a fun shopping spree filling yours with gorgeous clothes.”
Cameron's thumbs press into the knots at the base of my neck, loosening muscles I didn’t realize were clenched.
His lips brush the side of my ear.
“You’re tense. I want you relaxed tonight. You're mine. I intend to enjoy my time with you.”
The area between my thighs moistens. A ripple of anticipation races through me.
Then he pulls back, smoothing a hand over my hair. “I’ll shower in my own bathroom. We'll meet up afterward. Shall I show you how to work the tub?”
My heart kicks. “I think I can manage.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, brushing one last kiss across my shoulder before slipping away.
When the door closes behind him, I step closer to the tub and turn on the faucets.
Steam rises. I pour the pink oil sitting on the shelf into the tub and immediately inhale the scent of fresh roses.
Then I sink into the water.
It’s like sliding into liquid silk. Heat laps over my breasts, down my belly, between my thighs.
My skin tingles.
I close my eyes and think of Cameron. How lucky I am to have him.
Warmth wraps around my body, easing the Champagne buzz yet making me restless.
My hand drifts down my belly as the familiar, pulsating urge kicks in.
I feel compelled to stroke myself, but I hesitate.
I shouldn’t. Not here. Not now.
