I want her. I want to feel her skin, taste it, swipe my hands over every square inch of her body. At the same time I take two steps toward her, she takes two toward me, and I pull her close.
I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it. I crush her lips with mine, but she takes control of the kiss and it’s a battle until I let her win and open my mouth, let her push her tongue between my lips. I let her win because I’m busy loosening the knot in the towel, sliding it down her body, then taking her ass in each of my hands and lifting until she wraps her legs around me.
The murmured words aren’t a giant revelation since I can feel the heat and have a roving hand exploring her from thigh to ass while I kiss her. “Good.”
She laughs. “I meant from the shower.”
She lowers her feet to the floor,
