

She climbed into the bath without warning.
Her delicate hand gripped the white porcelain as she lowered herself beneath the steaming water, and our legs brushing together left us closer than we had ever been before. Just when I thought she might say something, she turned her back to me and settled into me as I enveloped her in my arms.
“Where did this come from?” I asked, rubbing her soft belly, careful to avoid anything that felt like sex.
“I was cold,” she whispered, wiggling against me. “And besides, you’ve been watching me again. I know what you want.”
“That doesn’t make it a good idea,” I whispered, feeling myself grow hard against her.
She turned and held her lips an inch from mine, our breath mingling as we hesitated, holding back a flood that pretended wasn’t already inevitable. I brushed her chin, skin touching skin as I pulled her closer, no longer caring where my hands went. Her breasts were soft, and her kiss led her body as she twisted in the water until she straddled me.
“Are you going to take what you want?” she asked, my hands on her ass while once more we nearly kissed, teasing one another until I couldn’t bear it.
“Yes,” I said, my voice more of a growl than a thought.