He had to grin at the way she was doing it, at the little come hither look on her face, the biting of her lip. Even though he could tell it was, at least in part, put on, it was working. He did find her utterly irresistible. It was moments like this when he wondered what he'd been so scared of. What was so bad about commitment when it meant you got moments like this?
He didn't really feel like standing back and being a spectator any more. Stepping up to her, he slid his arms around her shoulders, still slick with water and the suds from her shampoo, and leaned down, capturing her mouth with his, beneath the spray.