His breath caught as her hands worked over him, little jolts going long his nerves with every touch and brush of her hands, then her body was against his and he let out a low groan. He rolled his hips forward, seeking out some friction against the slick, warm skin pressed up against him.

He almost protested when she told him to turn around. Last damn thing he wanted, but... he did it anyway, slowly turning to face the shower wall. "You about done or what?"