It was the only excuse Eli could come up with for why he currently stood in a shower with Ashley. He tried not to notice how her wet bra clung to the shape of her breasts. Or how each nipple stood erect and beckoned his lips to wrap around them. The Seven thought he had no humanity left, but they didn’t know shit about him. As he stared into her green eyes, he decided he couldn’t do it. He’d rather spend eternity in Hell than seduce this woman. And no way would he do like so many of his brethren and leave his daughter without her father. The Seven could kiss his ass. He had to deflate the erection that pressed against his wet underwear. “I suggest you wash your hair. I won’t let you fall.” He moved his hands to her waist and suppressed a groan. She nodded, tipped her head back under the water spray, and reached for the shampoo. He tried to focus on her eyes and not other things. Need filled him as she ran her fingers through her long blonde hair then rinsed.
