Grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen, Kevan made her way up to her room. One of the privileges of being one of the elders, as her younger sisters and cousins teased, was that she got one of the bigger rooms. Taking her robe, she made her way down the hall to the shower.
The hot pounding torrent of water didn’t help get her mind off her beach man. The possibility of someone being off-limits intrigued her, fueling a lust she’d never experienced before. Her hands took on a life of their own, as she lathered the body wash over her sensitive body. Recalling the image of water rolling down his chest, she felt heat flowing into her hands, sending jolts through her body, making the dull ache in her core become sharp and demanding. One hand sliding down to ease the tension in her body, only to be shocked into stillness by the shout outside the bathroom door.
“Kevan, I need the bathroom!” Kevan let out a shaky breath, leaning her head against the wall at the sound of Myrna’s intrusion.
“Use one of the others,” Kevan shouted back.
“My stuff’s in there,” Myrna yelled. “I need to get ready for work.”
Kevan, not for the first time, wished she’d been an only child. “Give me five minutes.”