He walked slowly into the bedroom and continued into the bathroom.
The dark marble of the floors glowed in the soft, low light. He set me down and reached into the shower and turned it on. The water was hot almost immediately, steam beginning to rise.
He turned back to me.
His hands found the zip of the red dress and drew it down, sliding the fabric off my shoulders and down my body and letting it pool at my feet. Then his eyes moved over me in that way of his, taking his time, looking at me completely naked..
He pulled off the rest of his clothes and I stared at him and took in all the hard lines of his body, his muscles, the dark ink on his skin, and felt the heat in me come to life once more.
I stepped into the shower. He followed behind me.
I let the water run over my shoulders
