She typically showered alone. They had learned early on that it was the best way to ensure their timely arrival on duty shifts. But today, he couldn't have resisted even if he had wanted to.
All through their meal he had been entranced, aroused by her every move. Few words had passed between them. She had been content to simply eat in silence. In all fairness, she had probably known he was watching her, but that hadn't stopped him.
As his eyes roved over her, his imagination had run wild. In his mind, it was not the rim of the coffee cup her lips caressed but the side of his mouth not quite brushing it fully, not her fingertip she scraped her teeth over to remove a stray bit of butter and jam but his, not the cold metal of the spoon her tongue ran up as she ate the last of her cup of yogurt, but the side of his neck.
He could almost feel the roughness of her taste buds against his sensitive skin. And he could smell her shampoo. The scent brought him back to reality and he moved to the shower. A puff of steam hit him as he pulled back the curtain and stepped inside.
Her back was to him. If she had felt the rush of cold air as he had trespassed, she made no sign. His hand went to her waist and she turned, gasping slightly. But the desire in her eyes belied her surprise. Now convinced she was taunting him, he decided it was time to turn the tables. Now he was the one doing the tempting. Moist, dense air filled his lungs as he walked her until her back was pressed to the cold tile wall, his free hand on the wall beside her ear.
The other moved from her waist to her hair, the slickness of the shampoo working its way between his knuckles. Briefly he let his breath tickle the nape of her neck and upwards towards her ear. He pulled back. His lips hovered just above hers, and he stopped. He waited, letting the tension build and build. Finally, at last, just as he had wanted to do all morning, he lowered his mouth to hers.