I squeezed my eyes shut hard, letting myself drown in the sensation while my fingers did the igniting.
Yes, it was my fingers. It was me.
A breathy moan slipped from my lips when I found the right button.
As I circled it slowly and my back arched in pleasure, my eyes fluttered open.
And again, Rafael's lust-dark eyes were staring straight into mine. Shit.
I gasped in shock and immediately stood up in the bathtub, trying to snap myself out of the wild delusion.
I dragged in a heavy breath and faced my reflection in the mirror, heat crawling up my face with shame.
"What are you looking at?" I snapped at my own reflection.
My image panted back at me, and the sight only made the ache between my thighs thicken, heavier, more demanding.
I needed release.
So with my arousal already flooding every sensitive spot, I stepped out of the tub and hurried toward the sink.
My hand reached for the small wall cabinet beside the mirror, the prison of my most private desires.
