Aria's POV
The steam embraced us like a warm cloud as Aiden lowered me into the vast tub, the hot water enveloping my sensitized skin and drawing a soft gasp from my lips. He stepped in behind me, his powerful frame displacing water that lapped at the edges of the marble bath.
"Come here," he commanded softly, settling against the sloped back of the tub and pulling me between his thighs, my back against his chest.
I melted against him, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder as his strong arms encircled my waist. The sandalwood-scented water soothed my aching muscles, evidence of our passionate encounter on the piano. My mind flashed to that moment – my body splayed across the glossy black lid, Aiden towering over me with that possessive gleam in his eyes. The memory alone w
