The satin sheet slid sensuously down over her skin. It brushed across her breasts, hardening her nipples and causing Rosa to lick her lips. She wanted it to be Axel's fingers brushing across her nipples, not the sheet. He moved the sheet a little faster, tugging it lower over her abdomen revealing an area of her body that she was particularly self-conscious about.

Every fibre of her being screamed at her to stop him. To not let him see her flawed form. She didn't want him looking at her rounded tummy. Rosa didn't feel it was worthy of his gaze, but almost as though he sensed her reluctance and fear...