I gasped sharply, the contrast of the cold against the crushing heat of the sauna making every nerve in my body flare awake.
My nipples tightened instantly beneath her touch, and she smiled when she noticed.
“You’re sensitive,” she murmured.
I could barely think straight enough to answer. My pulse hammered in my ears and the air suddenly felt impossibly thick. She was so close now that I could smell the faint scent of coconut oil on her skin mixed with the cedarwood heat of the sauna.
Her hand lingered for a moment before slowly retreating, as though giving me the chance to stop this if I wanted to. I didn’t. Instead, I turned slightly toward her.
That tiny movement seemed to change everything.
She moved closer again, her thigh brushing against mine, sending another wave of heat through me that had nothing to do with the sauna anymore. My breathing had become embarrassingly uneven, shallow little breaths I couldn’t control.
“You’re shaking,” she whispered.
“It’s hot,” I replied, though we both knew that wasn’t the reason.
A playful smile touched her lips.
Her fingers traced lightly down my thigh, slower this time, almost teasing, until her hand settled against my labia. Every touch felt amplified. Forbidden. Unreal.
“I should probably stop,” she said softly, though her voice suggested she had no intention of doing that at all.
I looked at her then properly, at the droplets of sweat on her collarbone, the flushed pink in her cheeks, the intensity in her eyes. My stomach tightened.
“Do you want to?” I asked quietly.
For a second neither of us moved.
Then she leaned in, close enough that I could feel her breath against my lips, and... |
