Evan Peters Shower Scene Novels & Stories

As soon as the door closed behind us, we were on each other again, our wet clothes hitting the floor in a rush. “Shower,” I muttered against his lips, and he carried me there. He turned on the water as soon as we entered. The shower was hot and steamy, the room filling with fog. Evan pinned me against the glass, his mouth devouring mine. His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples until they stood erect. I gasped, my head falling back against the hard surface. "You're so beautiful, Julia," he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. "I want to taste every inch of you."

"Show me how you use it. I want to know every way there is to make you come, so I want to see exactly what you do with it." He presses a kiss to the spot behind my ear, reaching up with his free hand to detach the shower head from where it's hanging above us. Without the spray pouring down over us, my temperature drops a little, but it's more than made up for by the warmth of Evans's strong body behind mine.

Evan: Can I see you tonight? I closed my eyes. Me: I shouldn’t. Evan: Please. I typed, deleted, typed again. Me: An hour. That’s all. Evan was already there when I arrived. He stood by the window, hands in his pockets, tension etched into every line of his body. “You look exhausted,” he said. “So do you,” I replied. He turned. “Something’s wrong.” I let out a breath. “Ethan took the fall.” Evan froze. “What?”

My mind was already in the midst of possible snerios, and I try to keep my moans at a minimum. As my knees start to buckle from the pleasure, I hear the door open, I gasp. "Evette?" Thane's voice makes my heart hammer in my chest and the shower head slips from my grip and flings water everywhere. Thane gets soaked, and I stand naked staring at him from in the shower. He looks at me, and I can feel my cheeks flush. Damn it, can't a woman get some privacy?

Evander almost ran her over. “Sorry, Abby,” Evander yells too. I’m up against the shower wall and Evander and I have yet to use soap. But we are enjoying the hot water. After the longest shower of my life, we are dressed and ready for breakfast. “You two look happy,” Kesly comments as we sit. “They should be, Evander was more than eager. I hope Marcella got to enjoy it a little,” Abby laughs. “Sorry for almost knocking you over,” Evander says.

“For your cock.” “You should put it in the fridge.” Eva carried it and moved to the kitchen. “How about sex in the shower?” William said when she walked in. Eva smiled at the idea. “Not a bad idea.” She took off her clothes until all that was left was a purple silk lingerie. William left his boxers. I’m the bathroom, William turned on the shower and let the water fall on their body. He began to kiss every inch of her upper body. Eva didn’t feel the excitement she felt when Denzel touched her but the mere thought that Denzel was angry with Kate gave her all the pleasure she needed. She didn’t moan or sigh, instead she chuckled as William undressed her under the shower and pulled her nipples.

Perhaps, it was Caleb’s rivals. But, if it was a rival, why did they kill Sherry instead of Caleb? The slamming of the door made me divert my attention back to reality. Evan shuffled towards me with a bowl and a towel dangling from his shoulder. The bed dipped as he sat beside me and kissed my forehead. He soaked the towel in the iced water in the bowl and pressed it against my burning forehead. All the hairs on my skin sprang up and shivers broke out all over my body.

I purred, lathering my own hands with body wash. “It’s a shame,” he sighed, his eyes falling closed with contentment when I put my hands on his chest. “It really was a beautiful painting.” “I have a picture, remember.” A picture I could never show anyone, not without exposing Evan. The soup cut through the paint, running down Evan’s pale skin as the water washed it away. It felt odd, touching him in the shower like this. The water had warmed his skin so much that he could almost pass for human.

He needs to think things through! - Caroline went upstairs to find Evan already out of the study. The second floor reeked of cigarette smoke. Caroline held her breath, entering the bedroom to see Evan. She sat on the sofa, waiting for Evan to finish his shower. Evan emerged half an hour later, wearing only a bath towel, yet there was no steam. Caroline looked at him in shock. "Did you take a cold shower?" Evan confirmed, "Yes." Caroline frowned, handing him a bathrobe. "It's still cold. You'll get sick doing that!"

"There's a roller blind in the bathroom, so you won't be seen from outside." Grace turned to see the drawstring of the curtain hanging slightly below the window. "You can take a shower first," she replied. "I need to see if the curtains cover everything perfectly." “Alright, I’ll go first. Even if you’re still unsure later, I can step out of the room while you shower,” Evan promised, trying to comfort his best friend. “But don’t sit here for too long—the wind is strong, and you might catch a cold.” Grace formed an 'OK' sign with her fingers before Evan turned to leave for the shower. Once he was gone, she looked out at the sea, playing some music on her phone while enjoying the quiet night.