The Flame (Sons of Destiny #7) by Jean Johnson
She teased her ribs for a few moments, then splayed her hands across her abdomen and slid them slowly down. The bathwater grew warmer around her ankles as she bent over, palms caressing her thighs.
Just knowing she had to power to excite him, to arouse him, without either of them harming each other, made Danau feel both confident and nervous. Confident, in that she was desirable and could act on that desire. Nervous, in that she was sorely out of practice in the art of acting on her desires.
Except he's asked me to show him what I like. What I know of pleasuring myself. Glancing at the water-covered waist between her feet, she could just see the head of his arousal breaching the surface of the bath. And he's very much interested in my answer...
This I can do.