He stepped inside the shower, crowding her, and shut the glass door behind him. The water cascaded over him, making his dark eyelashes stick together in thick points. She let her gaze follow the rivulets of water as they rippled over the muscles of his chest and belly and then tracked lower, sluicing over his cock and racing down his muscular thighs. Heat and need welled in her like a tidal wave.

She grabbed him by the biceps, steadying herself, and tilted her face to him. He slipped a hand around the back of her neck and kissed her. Slow and exploring, his kiss opened her up and made her muscles liquefy. His naked body pressed against her barely clad one, and the heat thrumming through her burned hotter than the steaming water.

Ash broke the kiss, wiping water off her cheeks, and then reached behind her. He grabbed her shower poof and her favorite vanilla shower gel. He flipped open the cap to pour some on the poof and inhaled deeply. “Mmm. Smells like you.” He looked at the label. “Might have to buy some.”

She gave him a teasing smile. “Want to smell like a girl?”

He dragged the sudsy poof down her throat and between her breasts, making her skin tingle with awareness and her nipples tighten. “No, but next time I get hard in the shower, guess whose scent I could rub all over me while I imagine being inside her?”

She groaned. The visual of Ash slicking himself up with her shower gel was almost too much. She let her forehead drop to his shoulder. “If you walk into the store smelling like vanilla, I’m officially not going to be able to concentrate.”

He dragged the poof lower, painting circles over her belly. “Guess we’ll be even then.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but her words left her when hot fingers drew a line down the front of her panties. She jolted with the sharp pleasure, her body already on a hairpin trigger.

“Easy there,” Ash whispered, his voice its own kind of seduction. He lowered himself to the small bench in the back of the shower, the water splashing onto his shoulders, and kissed her right below her belly button. “Still have lots to get clean before we get to have our fun.”

“Right,” she said, bracing her hand on the wall and breathing hard. “Because this isn’t fun at all.”

Ash took his time, dragging the soapy poof along her thighs, down over her calves, and then turning her around and pulling her panties off. He worked his way back up, standing and losing the poof and using his sudsy hands instead. She gasped when his fingers slipped under the cups of her bra and pinched her nipples. Her head tipped back, landing against his shoulder. He unhooked the bra and then kissed the curve of her shoulder, the hard length of him rubbing along her backside in a slippery glide. Every nerve ending sang, her body aching in a way that made it impossible to focus.