Chapter 115

Maya's POV Without saying a word, Oliver grabbed the body wash and poured a small amount into his palm. He began to lather it across my chest and stomach, his hands moving in slow, deliberate circles. Every touch was gentle but firm, reverent. His lips brushed along the curve of my neck, placing feather-light kisses there, each one leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. When he nipped the mark that he gave me last night, as his hands glided over my skin, I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped. This slow seduction he was doing was making me ache for him. He rinsed me off and then turned me around to wash my back. He gave me a slow kiss as he got more body wash and hugged me to him to wash me in those agonizingly slow strokes. He lowered himself down to make sure that my legs were clean. I watched his eyes stay on mine as he slid his hand slowly up my leg, grazing my thigh. He smirked before pulling me closer to him and a spasm of pleasure pulsed through me as I watched him breathe in my