Romantic Showers Novels & Stories

I thank the Goddess that Patty had the forethought to put in walk in showers that’ll accommodate several people at once when she renovated this place. “Are you planning on taking a shower with me?” Rose asks with an eyebrow raise. “Absolutely, sweetheart. I’ve already been up close and personal with most of your bits, so showering together just saves time and water.” Rose blushes again. “I love it when you blush.” I kiss her as we step into the shower. I slowly let Rose down to the floor and I grab the handheld shower head and begin to wet her hair. Once it’s wet, I put shampoo in and suds her up, massaging her scalp as I go. She holds onto me and sighs.

he opens the water and I am hit by a cold jet. “Thank you...a cold shower was just what I needed!” “And here I was expecting you would let out a shrill scream...” “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but over the years I have bathed the waterfalls many times in winter!” I stick out my tongue at him and turn around to look for the shampoo, but when I notice out of the corner of my eye that Darren is holding out a hand... “Stop there! If you want to shower with me you have to keep your long hands and your perverse thoughts at bay!”

"Richie, I want to go out! Open the door!" Sharlynn, in a panic, continues to try to open the door handle, especially when her ears start to pick up the sound of water pouring from the shower right behind her. Sharlynn falls silent, closing her eyes tightly. The shower is pouring, which means Richie has started cleaning himself. Moreover, she feels the droplets of shower water splashing on her back. Plus, the scent of men's cologne becomes sharper.

Owen held me up, his fingers still working their magic, making my body vibrate with bliss. When he finally released me, my breaths came in ragged pants. His arms stayed strong around me, holding me so I wouldn't fall to my knees in happy surrender. He kissed my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. I turned slowly to find him breathing almost as hard as I was. The lights suddenly flickered as thunder boomed, shaking the windows outside. Owen and I exchanged a quick glance before promptly exiting the shower. I glanced at the mirror and started laughing, Owen joining in as he followed my gaze.

The sight of the cascading water droplets was mesmerizing, promising both warmth and rejuvenation. Angel took off his shirt, revealing his toned physique, and I couldn't help but admire his beauty. He reached out his hand, inviting me to step into the shower with him. Without hesitation, I accepted his invitation, feeling a rush of exhilaration. As the warm water cascaded over our bodies, we stood there, fully immersed in each other's presence. Our laughter mingled with the sound of the shower, creating a symphony of joy. I marveled at the way the water droplets glistened on his skin, and I knew that this intimate moment was a testament to the depth of our connection.

Soft droplets of rain began to fall from the open roof window, refreshing the room. My movements grew more intricate with each twirl and leap, my energy intertwining with the falling rain, creating a magical symphony of motion and sound. The incantations worked their magic, one by one, as the pack members joined me in the dance, surrendering to the rain's embrace. The room was filled with joy and electric energy as pack members spun, twirled, and laughed, their movements blending seamlessly with the falling rain. Apollo rushed toward me, our hands intertwining as we locked eyes. He lifted me in his strong arms, spinning me around as we danced under the cascading raindrops.

He stepped directly into the massive glass enclosure and set Rosa on her feet, his hands remaining locked on her waist as he reached out and wrenched the handle. The overhead rainfall shower erupted. Rosa’s eyes widened, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as the heavy spray hammered down on them. Within seconds, her clothes were translucent, the fabric of her white shirt plastering to her skin and outlining every curve of her body for his eyes to feast on.

It groaned open, letting in a gust of wind that smelled of ozone and crushed hibiscus. The outdoor shower was a small stone alcove tucked into the side of the villa, shielded by a thick, heavy trellis of blooming jasmine. As the rain hammered the glass roof above them, Dominic pulled the brass chain. The water was lukewarm, but against the chilled wind, it felt like liquid silk.

"The flowers—" "They are sufficiently watered," he declared, kissing me again. There was a sharp clunk behind us, followed by a hiss, and then suddenly, icy water came pouring down on us from above. I shrieked as the hose slipped free and sprayed wildly, soaking my dress, my hair, and everything. "By the Moon—" Roman groaned, jumping back just in time to get blasted directly in the chest. His bun came undone instantly, dark hair falling loose as water plastered his shirt to his body.

"...in a fifty-thousand-dollar gown..." "I put you in a cold shower to keep myself from taking you on that bed," Roman growled back smoothly, his voice laced with a dark, wicked honesty that made her core throb with a fierce, subtle ache. He reached up, turning the chrome shower valve off. The pounding roar of the water ceased instantly, leaving only the quiet, rhythmic drip-drip-drip of water falling from the ceiling onto the dark slate floorboards. The silence in the wet bathroom was deafening, thick with suffocating physical chemistry and unexpressed desire.