Her hands comb through his wet hair, and she bites her lip when he bends, arching back to give him all the room he wants. His touch is so gentle, it draws a long, appreciative sigh from her.

'It would hardly be the first time,' she breathes, smiling, her voice warm with arousal.

That said, she cups his cheek in her palm and drags his gaze back up to meet her own.

'I'm happy, either way, love. Just tell me.'