CHAPTER 101: THUNDERS AND SHOWER

NATASHA

Water cascaded over our bodies, pooling on the marble tiles beneath us.

Michael had me pinned against the cold wall, completely failing his earlier promise to conserve water.

Our lips were inseparable, drowning not in the water but in the passion we shared.

"Now, where should we start?" I heard him ask, his kisses trailing down my jaw and neck.

"Start what? The conversation or this?"

I ran my hand through his hair, massaging his scalp as the water dripped over us. His hands roamed my body.

"Us first," he answered, his lips grazing the skin on my neck, making me gasp for air and tug at his hair.

Lifting my leg, he guided it to rest on the ledge of the wall, sending bottles of soap and shampoo tumbling to the floor.

I clung to him, oblivious to everything but us.

"Is it a good idea to do this in the shower?" I chuckled, reaching for the fallen bath soap and squeezing it into my hand.

Michael groaned at my actions. "Baby, that's supposed to be for later."

"Nope," I objected, begi