Sticky
The bathroom became foggy from the water she ran in the tub. It felt like a hundred degrees with the steam and their body temperature rising—a total opposite of the freezing cold weather outside.
Tension crackled in the air. Angela felt like her blood was bubbling—it was probably just because of the cocktails and champagne she had earlier at the party. The urge to lean into his touch was palpable. So she did, and her skin sizzled under his touch.
Gael unzipped her dress until it reached the base of her spine just above her ass. His fingers went back up to her nape, slowly dragging them down her spine, tracing her skin and leaving shocks of electricity in its wake—she nearly orgasmed right then. Her hands gripped the counter, her knuckles turning white from clenching so hard.