Chapter 268 - 267: Washroom Steam
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.
Rex bit his lip, hard, trying to control the surge rising inside him.
But his hormones were already rebelling, roaring with fire.
He stepped silently behind her, tiptoeing like a thief. And in a way, he was, stealing a moment he probably had no right to.
Then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around her wet, slippery body, pulling her flush against his chest. His chin came to rest on her shoulder, his lips grazing her damp skin.
"Ah!" she yelped, startled, dropping the soap.
But the panic faded the moment she turned her head and saw him. "Rex?! What the hell—!"
"I couldn’t help it," he murmured, voice deep, warm, and heavy with desire. "With a big beauty like you showering so close... who could resist?"
"You—! Didn’t I tell you not to come in here?!"