Her new husband repeated the same on her other leg. Nesta considered pulling the rag from his hand to take care of the rest of her body, but she had a feeling he'd insist, just as he insisted he take care of her like this. His hand stroked over her collarbones, then the tops of her breasts. Only the thin rag kept her from his touch, but that hardly felt like enough. He cupped her breast and her lips parted, her eyes on his as she nearly moaned.
Her nipples hardened under his touch, but her husband continued still, his eyes flicking between her face and her exposed body, not hidden by the water in the tub.
"My dear wife, you're blushing," he purred.
"I am."
"Your expressions say more than you do. Are you afraid of me? Of offending me?" he asked as his hand continued to her other breast, cupping and squeezing, then gently circling her nipple.
"No," she whimpered, suddenly very aware of how hot she was. She swallowed. "I'm very warm. I'm also very clean."
"Are you?"
