The question seemed off. She was naked and he was dripping wet. Sharing a room meant a lot of things. Things she hadn’t been prepared for. Like the rush of yearning that flooded her system. A fiery heat ignited in her gut and blasted its way to each of her nerve endings. Dampness pooled between her legs and her pussy throbbed. What was happening to her? A switch had flipped, and she was turned on by a man that never should be able to do that to her.
“Look at me, Ken.”
He did, his eyes pools of desire. He drank her in like a sweet wine, savoring her. That was a first. She dropped her inhibitions and her shirt. Ken’s knees seemed to wobble as he leaned against the now closed door at his back.