Page 5 of Farmer's Elegant Bride

As she takes the loofah from my outstretched hand, her fingers brush against mine, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through me. For a moment, we both freeze, the air thick with tension as we stare into each other’s eyes.

Then, she breaks the silence, her voice soft and tentative. “Levi,” she begins, her eyes searching mine for a reaction. “Would you... would you like to help me wash my back?”

Her request causes my heart to beat even faster. A thousand thoughts race through my mind. She wants me to wash her back, and I’m going to touch her bare skin.

Even though her whole body, from her neck down, is immersed in the water and covered with bubbles, I’m still very much aware of the fact that she is naked.

“Yes,” I reply, my voice barely a whisper as I step closer to her. “I’d like that.” I pause, shaking my head slightly to clear the fog of desire that clouds my thoughts. “No, I meant I would like to help.”

A soft blush colors her cheeks as she hands me back the loofah. “Thanks.” Without a word, I reach for the loofah, dipping it in the warm water before lathering it with soap.

Her skin is soft beneath my touch as I gently begin to wash her back, the sensation sending pleasure through my body. Sinking deeper into the warm water, she lets out a soft sigh of relaxation, her muscles loosening beneath my touch.

Emboldened by her trust, I move on to wash the rest of her body, my movements slow and deliberate as I work my way down her lower back and then wander to the front of her thigh. I pause for a second, thinking she will stop me, but she doesn’t. Instead, she widens her legs slightly, her eyes shut, a contended sigh escaping her lips.

I don’t know what’s come over me, but I abandon the loofah in the water and start caressing her smooth skin, loving the feel of her skin against my hand. A moan escapes her lips when my fingers brush against her opening, and I slip a finger inside her tight pussy. The bulge in my trousers threatens to tear me apart from the feeling of my fingers inside her.

She feels so tight around my fingers that I add a second finger and slowly slip them in and out of her. She’s a sight to behold, her eyes shut, lips slightly parted, soft gasps escaping as I slip my fingers in and out of her.

Soon, her breathing increases, and she starts panting, her head thrown back against the bathtub. She cries out my name, climaxing around my fingers. And then a sudden wave of realization washes over me. What am I doing? My mind reels with the implications of my actions.

This woman deserves better than to have a move made on her during a bath. Quickly withdrawing, I take a step back. “I... I’m sorry,” I stammer, my voice faltering as I quickly turn around and bolt for the door.

Chapter Five

Aurora

Levi hastily exits the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the fire he started within me. Confusion and concern swirl within me like a cyclone.

I remain in the bathtub for a while, wondering what I could have done wrong. My eyes are glued to the door, hoping he will return to finish what he started.

After waiting endlessly, I step out of the bathtub, dry my body, and wrap the towel tighter around my chest. The fabric offers little comfort against the chill that seeps into my bones.

What just happened? I wonder, my mind racing as I replay the events of the past few minutes over and over again. Did I say or do something wrong? Wasn’t I responsive enough? Did I miss some unspoken cue? Was my naivety too obvious, too glaring for him? Probably, that’s why he decided to stop and leave.

My heart sinks at the memory of Levi’s abrupt departure. I hadn’t expected him to react that way. Was it too much for him? Did I misinterpret his intentions? Several thoughts play in my head, wondering what I could have done wrong. My insecurities magnified even more.

There’s still so much I don’t know about Levi, so much hidden beneath the surface. And now, his sudden departure only deepens the mystery surrounding him.

Still unable to shake the lingering memory of Levi’s touch on my skin, I step into the bedroom to get dressed for dinner. My fingers trace the path where he brushed against me, a tingling sensation lingering in their wake.

With each gentle caress, I feel a surge of warmth wash over me, a reminder of the brief intimacy we shared in the quiet confines of the bathroom. The memory of Levi’s touch lingers like a haunting sensation, leaving me yearning for more even as I try to push it aside.

But try as I might, I can’t seem to escape the magnetic pull, the memory of his fingers against my skin etched into my mind like a vivid dream. It feels like he’s branded me.

As I put on my dress, the brush of the fabric against my skin sends shivers down my spine. I prepare to go downstairs but wonder if I will bring up what just happened or act like nothing happened.

I descend the stairs and the rich aroma of steak wafts through the air. My stomach rumbles in anticipation. When I reach the bottom step, I’m greeted by the enthusiastic wagging of Levi’s dogs. I bend down to rub their fur, “Hey, boys,” I murmur, smiling at their enthusiastic response.

When I straighten up, my gaze falls on Levi standing over the stove. His silhouette is illuminated by the soft glow of the kitchen lights. His long hair is tied back in a loose knot, strands of dark hair falling across his forehead in a ruggedly handsome manner.

There’s a confidence in the way he moves, a sense of purpose that commands attention and respect. As he tends to the sizzling steak on the stove, I find myself captivated by the easy grace with which he handles the task, his movements fluid and precise.

At that moment, I can’t help but find him incredibly sexy, scars and all. There’s a raw masculinity about him that sets my pulse racing. “This smells nice,” I say, standing by the kitchen door and watching him cook.

He turns to greet me, his eyes alight with warmth. And for a moment, I’m taken aback by how effortlessly he seems to move past our earlier encounter. A flicker of uncertainty flits through my mind as I wonder if I should bring up what happened between us.

Should I address the tension between us or pretend it didn’t happen like he’s doing right now? “Is there something I can help with?” I offer, hoping to ease the pressure that lingers between us.

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