Madly Yours (Nora Reed) novel Chapter 259

Nora's heart skipped a beat, but she tried desperately to maintain her composure. "I am not."

Hudson stared at her for two heavy seconds before suddenly bursting into a low laugh.

"Alright, whatever you say."

He leaned his head back against the edge of the tub and closed his eyes. The hot water lapped at his broad shoulders, rose petals drifting lazily over his chest as he actually began to just soak in the bath.

The bathroom fell quiet, the silence broken only by the gentle sloshing of the water.

Nora stood beside the tub, staring at the sharp, masculine angles of his face, her pulse skyrocketing.

She took a deep breath, reaching down to untie the belt of her robe.

The plush white fabric slipped off her shoulders, pooling silently around her ankles.

The bright bathroom lights bathed her entirely in a soft, golden glow.

"Hudson... I recently learned a new massage technique..." Nora reached out a trembling hand, resting it hesitantly on his shoulder. "Do you want me to try it out on you?"

Hudson's eyes snapped open. The moment he took in the breathtaking sight before him, his Adam's apple bobbed sharply, his gaze darkening to a pitch-black abyss in a fraction of a second.

He could clearly see the eager, slightly mischievous glint hiding in her beautiful doe eyes. She was definitely plotting something.

But wearing that...

Was she terrified he wouldn't ravage her hard enough tonight?

Feigning immunity to the incredible, seductive view right in front of him, he lazily curled his lip. "Sure. Give it a try."

Seeing Hudson casually lean back, actually expecting a shoulder massage, Nora bit her lip in pure frustration.

What was going wrong?

Did she pick an ugly set?

Or maybe...

Was there too much fabric?

Why wasn't he reacting?!

He probably had cheap tastes and only liked the outfits with zero fabric!

Nora shot Hudson a furious glare. She had looked at herself in the mirror earlier and even she had blushed at the sight.

And yet here he was, taking one glance and then shutting his eyes like a stoic monk taking a vow of celibacy.

Nora bit her lip, a spark of stubborn defiance flaring in her chest.

She pressed down again, unconsciously digging harder. Her fingertips slid from his shoulder blades down his spine, tracing the hard grooves of his muscles.

As she reached his lower back, she suddenly froze.

The temperature beneath her fingertips was completely wrong.

A moment ago, he had just been warm. Now, his skin was scorching hot, like a heating pad set to high. The sheer heat radiating through his flesh was enough to make her fingertips tingle.

Nora blinked, instinctively stroking his skin again.

It was burning. It felt less like a man's back and more like a stone baking beneath a desert sun.