Innocently

Rolfe poured water over his wife. He picked up a soft sponge, lathered it with soap and started applying on her back. Once he had done that, he nudged her back and said, "Close your eyes, and rest back, honey." 

Iona obeyed him, enjoying his woodsy, pine scent and the feel of his warm hands over her skin. He lathered more soap in his hands and brought them to her shoulders. "This is so good," Iona whispered and her lips kicked up in a light smile. "You are spoiling me, love." 

Rolfe looked at the servants and then motioned them leave. As soon as they left and he heard the soft click of the door, he stripped his clothes and got inside the tub. Iona opened her eyes as the water splashed around them. "What are you doing?" she said as she giggled and noticed that her husband had come to sit right behind her.