Finally, she breaks eye contact as she begins to take one small step after the next. She circles the edge of the bath until she’s standing directly behind me. Slowly, I drop my head backward, resting it on the stones under me, my gaze finding hers. Lifting her heel, she presses the length of her sole over my shoulder and collarbone. From my angle, I watch her legs widen, revealing the thong under her dress. “Maybe I should be the one to drown you this time.” Her words smolder like red coals over my heated skin, and I groan as her heel digs into my flesh.
