I slid the glass open, and our eyes met instantly. Isabella stood under the cascading water, her body glistening as droplets rolled down her bare skin. She smiled at me, a knowing smile, as if she had been expecting me all along. There wasn't a hint of surprise in her eyes—only a calm, seductive confidence.
She was completely naked, unashamed, tracing her fingers along her shoulder before turning fully toward me. My heart raced, pounding so hard I could feel it in my chest. The intensity of the moment hit me like a wave. She was breathtaking, her beauty undeniable, and I couldn't tear my gaze away.
Slowly, she walked toward me, the water still falling around her, and stopped inches from my body. Our eyes remained locked, the air between us charged with tension. I felt frozen, unsure of what to do, because I was so captivated by the sight of her—every curve, every inch of her skin. She was truly beautiful.
Then, without a word, Isabella placed her wet hands on my shoulders and wrapped her arms around my neck. In one swift motion, she pulled me inside the shower with her and pressed her lips against mine.
The floor beneath us was slick, and I instinctively grabbed her waist, pulling her close to keep us from slipping. The kiss was soft at first, but it quickly turned wild. We couldn't get enough of each other—our lips pressed together, tongues entwined as we sought out each other's warmth.
Her soft breasts pressed against my chest as she held me tighter, our bodies drenched from the water. I could feel the heat of her skin against mine, the cold water only intensifying the fire between us. We kissed like we couldn't stop, like we didn't want to.
My hands gripped her waist, my mind lost in the sensation of her—the feel of her body, the taste of her lips, the way she made me forget everything but this moment.
I kissed Isabella with wild passion, unable to hold back. Her expressions were captivating, her moans urging me on. I bit softly along her chin and neck, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. My hands slid down to her breasts, cupping them tightly. As I pressed them in my palms, her reaction was immediate—her eyes darkened with desire, her lips parting in a gasp. She was enjoying every second of it.
I lowered my mouth to her breast, taking it fully in, biting gently at the peak. The water trickled down her skin, and I s*ck*d it away, the taste of her mixed with the cool droplets. Her hands tangled in my hair, her body arching toward me, inviting more.
Without a word, we gave in to our desires again, right there under the water. She felt weightless in my arms, like a feather, and I reveled in the feeling of holding her close. Picking her up, I pressed her against me, moving in perfect pace as the water poured over us.
I was lost in her—completely consumed by Isabella.
Isabella's POV.
Water droplets rolled down my body, and I hadn't bothered to lock the door—neither the bedroom nor the bathroom. I knew Ezekiel would come. He had to. As I rubbed my shoulder, deep in thought, the sound of the door creaking open broke through, making me turn.
I smiled. There he was, just as I expected.
With quiet confidence, I walked toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him inside the shower as I pressed my lips to his. He was nervous—I could feel it in his trembling hands as they circled my waist.
I did it. I made him do what I wanted.
After the passion faded, we collapsed onto the bed. I lay beside him, my head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Ezekiel held me close, his fingers gently tracing through my hair.
I felt happy.
Satisfied.
His touch made everything feel right.
As his fingers continued to weave through my hair, I opened my eyes and slowly lifted my head, resting my chin on his chest. His gaze met mine, and I smiled.
"Are you regretting it?" I asked softly.
He stared at me for a moment, about to answer, but I quickly interrupted him.
"Don't say you're regretting it. That would hurt my heart," I teased, though deep down, I didn't want him to regret any of it. I wanted him to enjoy it as much as I had.
Ezekiel smiled at me slightly, his expression softening. "It was beautiful," he said in a low, calm voice.
Our eyes met, exchanging a silent understanding. Then, he added, "Thank you."
I tilted my head, resting my chin on his chest. "It will be our secret, Ezekiel," I whispered softly. "We'll explore everything slowly." I knew he understood what I meant, and even though he didn't respond with words, his slow blink and gentle nod told me he agreed.
"You can rest a bit," Ezekiel said, slowly sitting up. I followed his movements, sitting up beside him. I didn't want this moment to end, so I asked, "Are you leaving?"
He smiled, taking my hand in his and rubbing it softly. "I have an online meeting to attend," he explained, his voice calm and reassuring. I raised my eyebrows in surprise, but before I could say anything, he lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it gently.
"I'm staying next to your room," he uttered softly. "After freshening up, come there."
He stood up, and I couldn't help but admire his naked body as he moved. A smile spread across my face. I still couldn't believe he'd kissed my hand, such a simple gesture, yet it stirred something deep inside me.
As he walked away, my eyes followed him. I knew this wasn't just a one-time thing. Ezekiel had crossed the line with me, and I couldn't wait to see where it would lead next.