Viviane's POV
Caspian undresses me as if I'm a carefully wrapped gift, one whose paper is too lovely to risk tearing. He kisses every new inch of skin he bares, trailing his lips over my arms, neck and shoulders when my top disappears, then working his way down my flat tummy until he reaches the button of my jeans.
It's torture, the way he dances around the spots I need his mouth most. He sits on the edge of the tub and turns me away from him to unhook my bra, licking and nibbling down my spine until my knees feel ready to give out.
He does the same thing with my panties, rolling them off my hips and devoting his attention to the curve of my hip, the swell of my bottom and the insides of my thighs.
By the time I'm completely naked I'm shaking with need. Caspian is still fully dresse
