Tease: Part Six
She sings in the shower, loud enough to be heard over the rushing water and through the door. When I swing it open I'm hit by a wall of warm steam and the sight of her there, perfect porcelain skin stretched over her bones and red hair darkened and sticking to her face-neck-shoulders. I push it aside to kiss her, tasting fresh water and that undeniable sweetness that is her.
Bottles of her shampoo, conditioner and body wash are stacked haphazardly on the floor and I kick them aside as I step in and join her under the jets of water. She presses against me, body smooth and moulded perfectly to fit mine. I run my hands over her soapy skin and I realise that I can't remember what my life was like without her in it.
She kisses my cheek, my lips, my neck, my collarbone, breath the same temperature as the steam rising up around our ankles, and I hold her tight and capture her mouth with mine, drinking her in. She gasps into the kiss when I press her back up against the cold glass and the shiver that races through her body transfers into mine, hits my skin and sends a bolts of electricity racing along my nerves.
Suddenly she becomes utterly irresistible, and I need her, now.
I go to lift her up, but we slip and her elbow knocks the tap. As a sudden stream of freezing cold water hits us we jump apart, but our legs get entangled and we end up sliding down, accidentally pushing open the shower door and falling out onto the tiles in a pile of tangled limbs.
She's lying on top of me, hair dripping over her shoulder and onto my chest, and I can feel every one of her muscles move as she laughs.
"Next time, maybe ask before you get in the shower with me?"
"I think we just need a bigger shower."
When she kisses me I can almost forget about how cold the tiles are beneath my bare back.
