𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍
All too soon, Lucian helped me to my feet, and I opened my eyes when the water spray started hitting me in the chest instead of my face. Lucian didn't speak, but when he poured body wash into his palm and applied it to my skin, his touch was still gentle and soothing.
"Lean back," he murmured, stepping behind me, and I leaned on him, resting my head against his strong shoulder as he washed my front, his big hands soaping my breasts, belly, and the tender place between my legs. He was taking care of me, I realized dreamily, my mind beginning to drift as I closed my eyes to enjoy the attention.
All too soon, I was clean, and he stepped back, directing the spray at me to rinse me off. I swayed slightly, and my legs were barely able to hold me up as Lucian turned off the water and guided me out of the shower.