Billionaire Maid

10.

Edited.

I woke up with a start. My skin was practically burning up. I felt like I was in an oven. I was being pressed into the bed by some unknown force.

I opened my eyes and I met with the rising sun of the early morning.

I noticed I was wearing a sweater.

When on earth did I start wearing sweaters to bed?

I tried to sit up but something was holding me down. More like someone's arm.

I turned around and gasped as I saw Rafael. On my bed. Sleeping. Oh my god!

He looked so beautiful. He was looking so innocent that I wanted to kiss him right then and there.

His eyebrows were relaxed and I noticed how nicely shaped they are. His oh so long lashes. How beautifully well defined his cheekbones are sculpted and his pink lips that are slightly parted. How I want to taste them right now.

I raised my hand tentatively and cupped his jaw, feeling how strong his facial bones are. His little stubble tickling my hand,

I reached under his chin and placed a soft, feather-like kiss there.

I moved his arm from around my waist slowly so that he doesn't wake up. I sat up and was about to go shower all this sweat away but not before placing a long, lingering kiss on his slightly parted lips. I could not control myself, he is just so irresistible.

I entered into the bathroom, stripped off my clothes, brushed my teeth and got into the shower.

I scrubbed myself clean.

I gathered shampoo on my hands and lathered it in my hands.

I started to soap my hair evenly, and then rinsed it out.

I closed my eyes as I felt the beads of water pass through from my hair to my scalp, calming my nerves. It felt relaxing. I stood there to wash all my tensions away. It seemed the best way.

I felt arms wrap around my thin waist and my eyes widen. I already knew who it was but it still was creepy.

"Rafael. What are you doing?" I asked without turning my front to him. My face was already red from embarrassment. For god sake I was naked and so was he.

"Let me wash you." He said, huskily. My knees weaken at his voice.

"What? No!" I said turning around swiftly.

That was the mistake I made because as soon as I turned his eyes stared my exposed cleavage, drinking it in and storing it to his memory. He was looking at me like I was some meat. I'm sure he has some not so innocent images playing in his mind right now.

I felt heat pool between my thighs by just looking in his eyes. That intense look was enough to make my heart skip a beat. They were full of lust.

His eyes were darkened with desire, pupils dilated and his breath short.

He took my wash cloth and poured soap into it, foaming it. Whole time he kept staring me.

"Turn around." He said, looking intensely into my eyes.

I obliged without any second thoughts as if I was in a trance, forgetting my previous embarrassment and the fact that we were both naked.

He washed my neck, arms, under arms, breasts, stomach, thighs, between my thighs, legs and feet.

He then gathered soap on his hands, and soaped my breasts, elongating my nipples, massaging my breast, making it painfully sweet. I moaned as my eyes closed leaning on his chest, my only support.