I scowl and start to peel off my wet clothes. “Are you going to stand there and watch?”
“Don’t tell me you’re suddenly modest. Fifteen minutes ago, you were begging me to f**k you harder.”
I flush self-consciously, but I decide not to fight him. He’s not wrong. Maybe I’m the crazy one.
The dress is wet and sticking to my skin. Taking it off feels like trying to slide out of my skin. I struggle for a few seconds before Aleks steps up.
“Here,” he rasps softly. “Let me.”
He walks behind me and takes over. The buttons fall apart easily under his capable fingers. When he pushes the dress down around my hips, I shiver again.
But this time, it has nothing to do with the cold.
He keeps his eyes on my face as he gestures for me to step into the shower. “Go on.”
“I can do this part myself.”
