She ignored the voice as well as she could and washed the conditioner from her hair. When she turned around to grab the bottle of body wash, she nearly jumped out her body.
A man—well, something like a man—stood outside the glass door of the shower. Its skin looked liked hers but was tinted green and yellow, making an interesting alligator-like blend.
His eyes were a deep, flawless emerald like that of the lake waters. She found herself instantly mesmerized.
"Rose," he called, though his face didn't move.
Had she heard that voice . . . in her head?
Rosalyn didn't feel afraid. No, she felt very calm. Peaceful, even.
He slid the glass to the side and a billow of steam rushed out of the shower. Rosalyn shivered but her feet stayed rooted to the shower. He stepped in and the stream of water drenched his smooth scalp before drizzling down the rest of his oddly muscular body.
Her eyes never strayed from his, even when he lifted a webbed hand to touch her cheek. The hand slid down to her neck and then shoulder.
"Who are you?" she asked quietly.
His green eyes dilated but he didn't speak, not verbally or into her mind.
"You were the one in the lake last night," she stated. Somehow, she just knew.
He continued to simply stare at her until she lost her will to speak again. This time he moved closer until their bodies touched. He stood a foot or so taller than her, and both had to crane their necks to see.
His webbed hand traveled down to the curve of her breast, and Rosalyn moaned. He squeezed her nipple and lowered his face to her. For whatever reason, she couldn't stop him from kissing her nor did she want him to.
Their tongues met and curled around each other, teasing. Rosalyn regained motor control and lifted a hand to the back of his neck. She felt the probing of a something hard at her center.
"Who are you?" she whispered between breathless kisses.
Her hand that wasn't touching his neck wandered down his abdomen to where his prong jutted out.
Rather than answer her, he pushed himself closer to her and, in turn, ground his cock against her mound. She moaned and attempted to grab his shaft, though her fingers was too small to wrap around its width.
Damn. No wonder she'd been sore his morning.
The being slid his hands down her hips, earning a disappointed whimper from Rosalyn. He let out a guttural noise before lifting her up and pressing her against the wet shower wall. Not even her toes could touch the floor.
His tongue continued assaulting her mouth as he leveled his cock with her entrance. She buried her fingers into his shoulders to brace herself.
Before easing into her, he traced her lower lips with his tip. Such a simple gesture sent sensational waves of bliss through her, and then he massaged her clit to top it off.
Rosalyn leaned her damp head back and let out an unrestrained moan. He moved his mouth down to her face to her neck, where he began to lick at her skin.
