Mark held Bailee close to his chest as her body trembled. He caressed her back, whispered in her ear. This had to be some type of dream he was in. He couldn't believe this was really happening, that it really was Bailee here with him again--naked and wanting his touch. Two days ago, he hadn't seen this woman from his past in over ten years
When she seemed to catch her breath again, he said. "How about I get your robe and help you out of this tub?"
She immediately stiffened. Her head lifted and she looked up at him as if just realizing what had happened. "Oh my God."
She tried to wiggle away from him, but he held her tight.
"No, don't. Listen to me. Listen, shhh." He lifted her chin with one finger to force her to look up at him. He kept one hand firmly on her bare hip to hold her place.
"I'm sorry, this is wrong. I know it sounds like a lame excuse but the wine went to my head and..." She pushed against him to get away. Her wiggling against the part of him that was already aching wasn't a good thing, but he tried to force his attention on her feelings and not what he wanted her to feel.
He touched his index finger to her soft, plump lips. "It's okay. If you can't trust me, who can you trust?"