The first hint that she wasn’t alone came from the scent—a familiar cologne, earthy and warm, cutting through the eucalyptus. Then, the gentle brush of fingertips against the small of her back.
He knelt. The water sluiced over his broad shoulders and down his back as he pressed his mouth to the soft skin just below her navel. Alexis’s fingers threaded through his wet hair, not guiding, just holding on. The spray pounded her chest, her closed eyes, her parted lips. alexis fawx shower surprise
She felt the heat of him before she felt his body—the shower was spacious, but suddenly it felt very small. He stepped in behind her, fully clothed. His soaked dress shirt clung to his chest, and she could feel the cool, wet fabric press against her bare skin before he pulled her hips back against his. The first hint that she wasn’t alone came
“You’re getting your suit ruined,” she murmured, a smile playing on her lips. The water sluiced over his broad shoulders and
Alexis gasped against his mouth as the water beat down around them, drowning out every thought except the feeling of his heartbeat against her chest and the impossible heat between them.