I froze like a statue, standing perfectly still as he took off layer after layer. A silent thrill of relief ran through my skin when I remembered I’d worn my most impressive underwear, and the hands paused for a moment in appreciation, before gently undoing the clasp.
When he was finished, and I was completely naked, I finally turned around. His eyes swept over me once, dilating until there was more black than blue. Without breaking my gaze, he slowly reached behind me and turned on the water.
“So this is how it is, huh?” I asked with a little smile. My heart may have been pounding, but I was incredibly comfortable in my body—I always had been. I knew how to handle myself, and I knew my effect on men. As usual, Tom didn’t disappoint. “I take off all my clothes, and you get to stand there in a nice, warm suit?”
His mouth opened to answer, but it was like some unseen force had frozen him in place. I saw the slightest hint of a dimple forming at the corner of his lips, but other than that, he was completely immobile—staring hungrily as clouds of steam filled up the tiny room.
“That’s fine,” I murmured, taking him coyly by the tie, “you don’t have to take off your clothes. But I do hate to shower alone...”
With no further ado, I pulled him inside with me into the warm water. He resisted only for a moment as he realized what I was about to do, but the second the first spray of water hit him, he let out a bark of laughter and shook back his hair. I smiled to myself as I pulled his tie even closer, bringing his face down to mine.
He kissed me without hesitation, his hands exploring my body, as mine rushed to take off his clothes. I dropped them in a soggy pile outside the shower door as he slipped his fingers around my thighs and lifted me up around his waist.
What a body! Now that I’d seen the whole thing, I didn’t know if I could ever go back to seeing him in simple suits and ties again. This man was born to be naked.
I tightened my thighs around his hips and grinned down at him as streams of water trickled slowly down my face. I felt him pull in a sharp breath beneath me, and with just one hand, he reached up and slowly brushed back my dripping hair.
Things got more heated after that.
I gasped a little as we came together. It was more forceful than I’d thought. Almost frantic, as a week’s worth of sexual frustration went up in flames. He slammed into me again and again, moaning into my neck as I raked my fingernails down his back. I reached up onto the walls to steady myself, as he ripped back my hair, lips coming up to attack my throat.
And then all at once, we were slipping.
I shrieked and clung to him for dear life as the paneling on the shower door gave way, and we tumbled out onto the floor. He protected me from most of the fall, holding me delicately beneath him, as a torrent of steaming water came rushing out with us, pooling on the floor.
“Are you okay?” he asked anxiously, gripping the back of my head and examining me for signs of injury. My breathless laughter stopped his search, and a second later, he was chuckling along with me. “Alright...so some of the appliances might be a little out of date.”
I just laughter harder and tilted up on my elbows to see the damage. “Turn off the water Tom, it’s getting everywhere.” A small reservoir continued pouring out around my head, and I looked up at him in surprise. “Tom—turn it off!”
But he was just grinning at me. “There’s no rush,” he leaned down, brushing his lips softly against mine before nipping playfully at my ear. “I was just getting started...”
About two hours later, I was wrapped in a fluffy robe, sitting in front of the fire. Tom was bustling around the kitchen, making us hot chocolate, as I gazed lazily out at the flames. The water heater had kept things hot for a long time—a really long time—but unfortunately, the second we’d opened the door to the bedroom, we’d discovered that the house was built at a slant and the entire dam of water we’d been keeping in went rushing over the floorboards.
Since the bed was pretty much soaked, Tom compromised and spread out a bunch of thick fur blankets on the floor in front of the fire. It was here that I had perched, stretching out my bare legs, and warming my toes by the flickering flames.