Here is an except from my WIP.
Michael smiled invitingly and took Grace’s hand, urging her from the bed. She followed him eagerly in anticipation, still tingling inside. Michael’s frank appreciation was releasing her sensuality from its cage where it had been long trapped. She’d spent day after day trapped in a suit, her hair severely restrained. Only Michael had seen through her facade. Only Michael had explored what was beneath.
He led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower taps. Steamy vapor clouded the air and the tips of Grace’s long, brown hair began to curl wildly. He guided her inside the huge, stone-lined shower. Her bare feet gripped the cool, textured tiles. Deliciously warm water streamed over her skin and Grace laughed—delighted.