As Rex stepped inside with that signature wicked grin playing on his lips, the humid warmth of the shower instantly wrapped around him like a veil. Steam curled along the glass and tiles, dancing in the air, carrying the intoxicating scent of rose-scented shampoo, citrus body wash, and something uniquely hers.
There she was… Monica.
Her back was turned to him, humming gently as she lathered herself in slow, sensual motions, completely unaware of the predator creeping closer. Her skin was porcelain smooth, glistening under the soft shower lights, water trailing down her spine like liquid silk. The way her muscles shifted subtly beneath her flawless skin with each movement, graceful and unhurried, was enough to make his breath hitch.
A single droplet clung to the nape of her neck before sliding down, tracing the gentle curve of her back, over the small of her waist, and disappearing between her perfectly shaped hips. It was pure, torturous beauty. A living painting brought to life.
