#Chapter 60 intoxicating
With his hands on my waist, he pushed me toward the bed. The towel was still draped over the top of his head, but it was bound to drop sooner or later as he shoved me onto the mattress with a mischievous smile. I yelped when he dropped on top of me, his body still warm from the shower and intoxicatingly damp. Really! He had time to rest and he was going to waste it like this... Or so I should have complained, but I moaned under the rough strokes of his hands as he dived under my shirt.
