Cain's POV 

  “Give me the showerhead.”

  “Please hurry. Some soap got in my eyes!” She cried, blindly swinging her ass to and fro as she searched for support.

  I had been so engrossed feasting my eyes on her thighs that I forgot to move for a while.

  When she managed to turn around, the swing of her hands brushed past my pants, and for a second I thought my angry shaft was going to sprout out of my pants in impatience.

  That did it.

  Because I reached for the showerhead, putting it over her face while her breathing went ragged as she washed the soap off.

  Taking out a small...