Lilian’s POV
If I thought the shower was hot before, I was wrong. The temperature in the glass enclosure hadn’t changed, but the atmosphere had incinerated.
Alexander’s mouth devoured mine.
There was no hesitation, no testing the waters. He kissed me like a man who had been holding his breath for a decade, and I was his first gulp of oxygen. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming the space, tangling with mine in a wet, hot rhythm that tasted of soap and obsession.
I made a sound, a desperate, needy whimper, that was swallowed by his lips.
He groaned, the vibration rumbling against my chest, and pinned me harder against the glass. The cool tile bit into my shoulder blades, but the friction of his body against my front was maddening.
I was completely naked, my skin slick with water a
