If his hiss wasn’t an indication of what she was doing to him, feeling him tense up beneath her did.  Her hands slid back down his arms to his shoulders as he pushed back against her.  Her eyelids fluttered closed and she responded by rubbing against him, imprinting this moment into her memory banks.<br/><br/>“You’ve just ruined all my hard work kneading those knots out.” She whispered.<br/><br/>Stretching up on her toes, she pressed her lips along the side of his neck before sliding back down. A quick step away and a duck under his arm, she slipped fluidly between him and the wall.<br/><br/>A single finger trailed along his collarbone and down over his chest, following the beads of water.  The only contact between them, although she was pretty sure there were only a few scant millimetres between her tummy and his bulge, she could almost feel its pulse.<br/><br/>She peeked up at him through her eyelashes. This time there was no innocence but a disguise for the twinkle of laughter.   “I think you have to make it up to me now.”