"I've dried your front," the Fae prince said, his voice nearly harsh. "Now turnaround."
Liar.
He'd simply swept the towel over my legs, though his gaze had darted to the flesh between my thighs. I turned as he'd commanded, my skin burning with carnal need.
He started to dry my back. The towel slowly moved toward my butt. I parted my legs, bent forward a little, and bared for him.
He swallowed and stiffened behind me. A swath of the towel got between my thighs, rubbing back and forth with his large warm palm beneath it.
I swayed my hips a little.
"Don't move, Cass," he said huskily. "If you move again, I'll take you right here, right now."
A smile curved my lips and I swayed more.
He withdrew the towel and ceased his rubbing.
Then he spanked me.