She lifted her hand gently and pushed him away, her voice husky and alluring after their tryst, "I'm going to take a shower now, let go."
Jeremy Thompson got off the bed, but before she could turn and sit up, he scooped her up horizontally and strode towards the bathroom nearby.
Anna Ainsworth lay in the bathtub, soaking her weary body in the warm water, she opened her eyes and stared at the white bubbles on the surface of the water.
The bathroom on the yacht was small, and the bathtub a bit narrow; it was somewhat cramped with two people in it. Anna turned her face to one side, not looking at Jeremy.
However, his movements as he washed and scrubbed her back from behind were clumsy yet exceedingly careful, as if handling his own treasured possession, contrasting greatly with the man who had been rough with her on the bed.
