Heated Waters

Avery

My heart hammered in my chest as his fingers worked the buttons of my blouse. He took his time, revealing my skin inch by inch until the silk hung open, exposing the burgundy bra beneath.

"Beautiful," he breathed, pushing the blouse off my shoulders. It fell to the deck with a whisper.

His hands moved to the zipper of my skirt next, sliding it down with deliberate slowness. The skirt pooled