Foreman hummed in the back of his throat as Amber leaned back against him. Definitely hadn't been imagining that invitation. "Soap's fine," he said. He glanced to the side and found it in the soap dish. Picking it up, Foreman worked up a lather and then set it down, before he started rubbing his hands over Amber's shoulders. Her skin was slippery and hot from the water, and Foreman smoothed his hands down Amber's back to her ass, pressing his thumbs along the line of her spine and under her shoulder blades along his way. When he reached Amber's waist, he let his touch skim lightly as he circled her waist, bringing his hands up again to cup her breasts.

It was warm, comfortable, touching her like this, not meaning to make her desperate but to turn her on enough to make tonight, or this weekend, whenever they met up again, all the more memorable. "There," he said, his voice warm, teasing. "All you have to do is rinse." With that, and grinning to himself, Foreman picked up the soap and started washing himself.