He held his breath as he waited the few seconds it took her to mull over the notion of them sharing his shower. He was pretty sure he knew which way this was leaning but he still had a bit of trepidation until she joked about needing clothes "eventually." It was the perfect word. Who knew how long the storm would last? It was possible they would be trapped inside together in his cozy little houseboat for hours...<br/><br/>She entered the bathroom and he followed. But he wasn't undressing just yet. As soon as her shirt was off, he was behind her, hands on her hips, leaning down to nibble at the nape of her neck. His hands moved up her sides, around to her front, tips of his fingers sliding against the underside of her bra, ghosting over her skin. He kept one hand on her abdomen, the other moving her damp hair aside to kiss behind her ear, down her jaw. "Eventually," he replied in a dusky tone as he stepped back, pulling down a bathmat which was hung over the glass door of the shower. He began to work to unfasten his shorts without rushing too much, his eyes on her as he did so. They both knew what they wanted and he didn't feel self conscious about his desire to watch her undress.