Breakfast, they each had a dose of the drugs they were supposed to take, and they certainly needed clothes. Not for him to grasp the curve of her jaw in one hand and direct her face up so that his mouth could cover and plunder hers. Not for his other hand to find one of her breasts and caress and softly squeeze her. Definitely not for her to rub satiny soft skin against his erection to make him groan and harden further.
Not for him to pick her up and carry her right back out of the shower, both of them dripping water across the floor of her bathroom. Not for her to be set on the counter beside the sink, her legs parted and him to step between her spread thighs. Thomas should not have been setting his hands on the counter, on either side of her hips and leaning forward to capture her mouth again. Not pulling back to stare at her again with darkened eyes that could barely be recognizable as being blue.