Melody did the same, tossing aside her apron and blue uniform, deciding it could stay on the floor when usually she made a point to wash it before bed. She worked on her stockings and sensible bra and panties, happy to get them off because they weren’t anything special on the eyes.
She tried not to think about the fifteen pounds she could afford to lose or the tiny white lines that showed on her hips. She just pulled open the door and jumped into the shower. Clay did the same, crowding in behind her and closing the frosted door, his huge frame taking up most of the space in the stall.
“Ain’t you ever heard of bath mats?” Clay asked.
“They’re on the list,” Melody said, turning her back to him as she worked on undoing her hair.
Clay’s big body blocked the stream of water, which was fine because it’d likely sting with how cold she was. She let the hot mist warm her up as she set each pin she pulled out of her hair on the ledge next to the shampoo. She could feel Clay’s gaze on her now, the warm water doing away with his haste and complaints.
The tension was strangely palpable weighing heavy in the air as it mixed with the wet steam. She could hear Clay’s breathing over the thrum of the shower—shallow, hungry, like that of a wild animal. It made Melody’s body hum while she worked on taking out the last of the bobby pins keeping her hair up in the tight bun she needed for work.
Was she really showering with this man? Weren’t the two of them doing it backward? She was certain normal people had sex first and then moved on to the couple intimacies like showering together and brushing their teeth side by side.
Suddenly Clay touched the small of her back, his large palm resting against the curve of it. The gentle contact made her jump from the shock of pleasure. The first touch felt like the strike of a flint that ignited an inferno of desire. She froze under the surge of passion, a deer in the headlights. Her pussy clenched; her clit throbbed with a pulse of need that matched the heartbeat pounding in her ears.
Her hair tumbled down her back—too heavy to stay where it was without the pins to hold it. Clay gasped in response, his large body leaning into hers as he bent down and buried his face in the thick, wheat-colored strands now sticking to her wet shoulders and back.
Clay broke the silence with a low rasp of appreciation, his face still tucked into the curve of her neck as he breathed deeply. “I like your hair down.”
She couldn’t help but arch into him, the feeling of his wet skin against hers making the pounding lust impossible to deny. “I need to get it cut. Been lazy ’bout it.”
“Don’t you dare.” Clay pulled her hair aside, looking for bare skin and finding it as he placed a kiss against the tender spot behind her ear. “I think it’s sexy. I think you’re sexy.”
He pushed his hips against her, his hard cock sliding up the curve of her back. Melody squeezed her eyes shut against the electric shock of pleasure that sizzled through her, making all the tiny hairs on her arms stand on end. She was half hoping he’d just turn her around and fuck her against the shower wall. Lord knew he was certainly big enough to support her.
She lost herself in the erotic fantasies fueled by the feel of him pressed against her, his breath warm against the curve of her neck. His hand slid over her thigh, caressing the silky length of it before he cupped her ass possessively.
“Please.” She breathed heavily, not knowing what she was begging for but feeling like she’d die if she didn’t find it. “Help me.”
She hadn’t expected to burn this hot this quickly. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her breast, looking for some sort of release from the building tension. He palmed it, his thumb brushing over her nipple, making Melody gasp out loud. The pleasure zinged straight to her pussy, and her hips jerked forward. She felt starved with yearning and empty without him. She didn’t really know how to tell him what she needed when she wasn’t sure herself. She’d never ached like this before.
Clay’s other hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head back. He captured her lips, forcing her to swallow his low groan. It was then Melody sensed how tense he was, feeling his hands shake as they ran over her body as if desperate to memorize her. He was needy too; he was just better at hiding it.
Melody turned in his arms, both of them gasping at the feel of her breasts pressing against his thick, muscular chest. The pleasure of being in his arms was molten, electrifying every cell in her body because it felt so good to be skin to skin with him.
Their lips met once more, their connection magnetic and mysterious. Melody tangled her fingers in his wet hair, clinging to it like a lifeline as their tongues brushed. Clay was so hard, so strong. His presence both soothed and inflamed when he was clothed; now naked and shaking with need in her arms, her want for him was totally overwhelming.