Eloise smiled, her cheeks reddened, her heart wrapped with warmth as he gently scrubbed her shoulder and back, fingers tracing the arc of her spine while the hardness at his hip nudged her. Steam cloaked them, and every breath smelled like lavender and soap.

His body pressed against hers as he trailed the sponge over her chest, letting her lean further into him.

She was still sore, but the slickness between her thighs had nothing to do with the steam. Her legs involuntarily clenched together, her nipples hardened, aching for his sponge trail to take them.

“ Relax baby,” he whispered, his lips at the shell of her ear. “...