Derek’s strong arms scooped Stiles up effortlessly from the shower floor, her wet body pressed against his muscled chest as water dripped from both of them. She gasped softly, her pink lips parting in surprise, but she wrapped her arms around his neck, her massive breasts squishing against him, milk still beading from her nipples. He carried her out of the bathroom, the steam following them like a veil, and into the dimly lit bedroom. The air was cooler here, making her white skin pebble with goosebumps, but the heat between them burned hotter than ever.