With you- Part 4

"Where are you going, mouse?" he asked with her heart thundering against her chest. 

Unable to process the words right, she blurted, "I think I am done with my bath."

He tched hearing this, the sound coming out to be playful, "What are you talking about. You only stepped into the bath now. I still have to wash you. Breath mouse. I don't want you fainting on me," he said to her noticing how red she had turned, "You wouldn't want to tell this to your children or grandchildren now on how you fainted in the tub after I barely touched you," he teased her. 

T-this was barely touching? 

She could feel his hand covering her breast, holding it that had air knocking out of her body. His fingers moved, teasing her as they played with her breast.