The spray of the shower rained down her back, soothed the tense muscles in her neck. Of all nights, why had their kiss happened then? The tension hadn’t been given time to breathe and now look what had happened. Regardless of how receptive Tilly had been to Kate’s kiss the night before, how daring she had been just then in the elevator, Kate couldn’t rid herself of the memory of Tilly’s horrified expression when she’d pulled away from the kiss. When reality set in, deep down, Tilly didn’t want this. She was confused. And as much as it excited Kate to know she could have such an effect on Tilly, she had no intention of playing games. Not with Tilly. Not ever.

She throbbed between her legs. God, she was so riled up from their moment in the café, so tight with—

She opened her eyes and her skin sparked hot. Across the bathroom, their eyes locked. Her pulse slowed as Tilly’s gaze dropped to stare blatantly at Kate’s nakedness.

Wiping the water from her eyes, she stared back. The lace hem of Tilly’s cream slip stopped mid-thigh. Kate pulled her gaze higher. The neckline of the slip dipped low, and beneath the harsh light of the bathroom, the crucifix glinted upon Tilly’s flushed, heaving chest. Through the thinness of the satin, it was obvious Tilly wasn’t wearing a bra.

Kate’s body flared with excitement at the sight of Tilly gazing across the bathroom unabashedly. In all her years of being intimate with women, Kate had grown from self-conscious to indifferent, but this…this was new. This was electrifying. She could only imagine what had possessed Tilly to make it this far.

Tilly released her grip on the door. Barefoot, she stepped forward.

Heat burned between Kate’s legs at the sight of Tilly’s eyes on her body, dark with desire.

Closer. Closer again.

Tilly reached out, her fingers brushing the silver push pad of the shower door. She stared past it, her gaze focused on Kate’s breasts.

The weight of what they were about to do settled thick like steam. Finally, they were about to release this lecherous thing that had chosen the two of them.

As Tilly’s hand settled against silver, Kate’s heart hammered. Only a thin panel of steamed glass was keeping Tilly’s body from her own. Her body ached with the need to have Tilly’s body against her, to trace Tilly’s warm, wet skin with her bare hands.

She couldn’t stop herself. She had to meet Tilly halfway. She had to. With a trembling hand, she reached for the handle.

Their gazes locked. Something behind Tilly’s eyes turned, twisted from dark to light, and like she’d been in a trance from the moment she’d stepped into the bathroom, Tilly snapped. Her hand dropped and she swivelled, almost tripping over her own feet as she charged out of the bathroom, the door slamming behind her.

Fuck. Kate reached for the taps and spun them off, grabbed for the nearest towel. Quickly, she dried and dressed.