Ceasar's Pov
When she finally faced me, her gaze never leaving mine, I let my fingers brush along her jaw once more, a gentle, teasing coax that dared her without touching more than necessary.
The water ran over us, steam curling thick and heavy, but my focus was entirely on her, her lips, the rise and fall of her chest, the way her pupils dilated beneath my gaze, the rapid pulse that throbbed under my touch and the subtle flutter of her pulse beneath my fingers. She looked down, instinctively trying to cover herself, but my fingers caught hers, holding them just long enough for her to understand that resistance was futile and that the tension between us was already too heavy to deny.
I guided her hands away from her body, and her cheeks flushed a deep pink as her gaze flickered downwar
