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I swing the door open and freeze. I don’t know who I expected to see, but it wasn’t Lina. Not with how distant she’s been this week. Besides, she’s always made me come to her. That she came to me causes my insides to light up and a wave of need to spread from my chest to my dick.

Damn, this woman always makes my body sing.

Her eyes widen as they rake down my bare chest, and if I’m not mistaken, I see lust darkening those gorgeous blues I could get lost in.

“Dammit,” she mumbles just before she really surprises me and launches herself at me. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls herself up and around me. Her legs wrap around my waist and tighten like she’s hanging on for dear life. Then her mouth crashes into mine.

There’s nothing gentle about the way her mouth attacks mine. It’s frenzied and needy on a level I’ve never experienced before.

Her tongue plunders my mouth, and her fingers dig into my scalp. Both earning her a groan from deep within my chest.

Without thinking—because let’s be real here, the only part of my body thinking right now is my dick—I close the door and pin her against it. I grind my swollen cock into her center. The moan she lets out from the pressure I put on her clit is positively painful. My cock hardens even more, and the additional pressure against the zipper of my jeans might leave a permanent mark.

Somehow, rational thought takes over and I pull my mouth from hers. We’re both panting, and from the painful look on her face, we’re both desperate for more.

“Baby, I need a shower.” I manage through ragged breaths. “I’ve been working outside all day.”

A slow smile lifts her lips and something inside me breaks. A smiling Lina is my kryptonite.

“I can tell,” she whispers. “You’re irresistible when you look like this. All dirty and sweaty. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing you.”

I chuckle. “Men covered in barn dirt and maybe even a bit of manure turns you on?”

She shrugs. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s because I missed you. Like, way too much.”

I drop my forehead to hers and sigh at her admission. Knowing she missed me like I missed her calms a lot of the worry I’ve been carrying around all week. “I missed you too.”

I press a gentle kiss to her lips so in contrast to how she just attacked me that it causes her to whimper. Then I slide my hands around her ass and lift her closer to me. Spinning around, I carry her through my apartment and into my bathroom.

Sitting her on her feet, I turn on the shower and adjust the temperature before I face her.

With a broad smile, I demand, “Strip.”

She raises a brow and watches me as I reach for the button on my jeans and slowly undo it. Her eyes heat and she nibbles on her bottom lip as she tracks my every move.

“Baby!” I snap. Her eyes flash to mine as her breath hitches. “Strip.”

This time my one-word command registers and she listens. She rips her shirt over her, revealing the sexiest black bra I’ve ever seen. It’s see-through, giving me a clear view of exactly what’s contained underneath. Her nipples are hard and begging to be sucked. So I do exactly that. I don’t wait for her to take off her bra. I drop my mouth to her chest and bite her through the thin material. She cries out in excitement and digs her nails into my forearms.

That’s enough to snap me out of it, and I release her. “God, baby. You fry my brain when you’re near.”

While she’s panting and shooting daggers at me, I strip off the rest of my clothes and step into the shower. When she doesn’t immediately join me, I poke my head around the curtain.

“If you hurry it up and get in here, I’ll do that again.” She shakes her head and gives me a lust-filled look. I wink with a cocky grin that I learned a long time ago drives women crazy. “Just let me wash off first.”

I shove my head under the spray of water to soak my hair, then grab the shampoo. By the time she steps into the shower with me, I’ve finished lathering up my hair and rinse it off.

“I reject your plan.” She states firmly as she presses her hand to my chest, shoving me further under the shower head until water runs over my shoulders and down my chest. “I’ll wash you off first, then you can do that again.”

I grin as she grabs the bar of soap and steps close to me. She reaches around me and retrieves the washcloth hanging on the bar. Once it’s lathered up, she steps closer until her body is almost flush with mine. That movement alone is enough to make my dick twitch, but when she runs the washcloth over my hard chest, my dick throbs in pain.

“Baby,” I groan and place my hands on her hips, tugging her closer so my dick pokes her in the stomach.

She knocks my hands away and shakes her head. “Not yet. No touching.”

I toss my head back and growl. When I do, water runs over my face, snapping me out of it. She chuckles and drops to her knees as she drags the washcloth down my abs and then squeezes my cock. She strokes it a few times, lathering it up with soap, before she runs the washcloth down one leg and up the other.

Once my front is thoroughly washed, she turns me around so the shower can rinse me off. She gives my backside the same treatment. By the time she’s done, there isn’t an inch of me she hasn’t touched.

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