145. Very Clean

~ CARA ~

I stood in the shower, hair twisted on top of my head, water rushing over my shoulders and back, and Rig, eyes hotter than the scalding water that was turning my skin pink, knelt in front of me, running soapy hands up my legs way too slowly.

He’d already washed my back, my sides, my breasts—standing behind me so the water hit me in the chest and running his hands all over my torso. But then, just when he’d washed low on my belly with both hands and I thought he’d delve between my leg,s he’d turned me around and dropped.

Now small suds ran down my legs. Each of his large hands cupped the backs of my calves and dragged up, making my skin goosebump all the way to my hip.

When he reached the back of my thighs, his fingers curling between