Alex's mouth went dry, his tongue unable to form the words caught in his throat. Claire's smile deepened as she turned off the water, the room falling into a heavy silence. With deliberate slowness, she opened the glass door, stepping out of the shower, completely naked. Water droplets clung to her skin, tracing the curves of her body as she moved. Her breasts were full and firm, her nipples hard and dark, and her long legs seemed to go on forever. Alex's heart raced as he watched her, unable to tear his gaze away. His cock throbbed, straining against his jeans, and he shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide his growing erection. Claire walked toward him, her hips swaying with each step, her eyes locked on his. She reached out, her fingers brushing gently against his arm, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "It's okay, Alex," she whispered, leaning in close. "There's nothing wrong with looking. I like being looked at by you." Her fingers traced the outline of his jaw, her touch soft and inviting. "But I think there's more you'd like to do than just look, isn't that right?" Alex could barely breathe, the scent of her bath gel mingling with the intensity of the moment. He knew he should say something, but his mind was a blur, overwhelmed by the heat radiating off her body and the temptation of her presence.