Marie’s POV
But he wasn’t angry or impatient. He was just watching me with that same dark desire, mixed with something softer, something that made my chest ache. He nodded faintly, a silent way of telling me it was okay.
My fingers fumbled at his belt. The sound of metal clicking as I unfastened it echoed strangely loud over the steady fall of water. My breath came faster, uneven, as I slid the belt free. My whole body trembled, not from fear but from the heavy anticipation hanging between us.
I tugged at the button of his jeans, finally undoing it after a clumsy moment, and then eased the zipper down. Every motion felt slow, deliberate, like time itself was stretching, waiting for me to decide what I would do next.
When I started to push the denim down his hips, his hands came to mine
