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“My turn,” I say as I take the soap and washcloth from her. Then I flip us around so she’s the one standing under the shower head.

“But I’m not dirty. I showered before I came over.”

“Don’t care.” I drop to my knees the same as she did and lather up the washcloth. “After the way your hands felt on my body, I need to touch you in the same way.”

“Oh God,” she moans and drops her head back until her hair is soaked while I press the washcloth to her flat stomach. “It’s so nice to feel hot water again.”

My hand freezes at her words. “What does that mean?”

She cringes but doesn’t answer me.

“Lina?” I growl.

She sighs and drops her head into her hands to hide her face. “Our water heater doesn’t work so great.”

I fight the urge to yell at her for not telling me this sooner, but I bite back my frustration. Instead, I ask, “Doesn’t work so great, or doesn’t work at all?”

She drops her hands to my cheeks and stares down at me with a regretful gaze. “Does it matter?”

Wrapping a hand around her wrist, I force myself to stay calm. “It does to me.”

We hold each other’s gazes for several minutes before she finally nods. “Yeah, okay.” Then she lets out a long, fortifying breath and answers me. “It doesn’t work at all. Jonas keeps saying he’ll come and fix it, but he hasn’t yet. I’ll take care of it as soon as I can.”

I shake my head before she even finishes. “I’ll fix it for you. Just tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll get it done.”

“No! I can’t let you do th—”

I press a finger to her lips. “Baby, when are you gonna learn? There’s nothing you can do to stop me from taking care of you.”

“Chase.” She drops her forehead to mine and sighs.

Before she can object further, I lift the washcloth to her throat and brush it down her chest and between her breasts. Her breathing quickens, causing her breasts to heave. I can’t help but lift up and flick her nipple with my tongue.

Her soft moans have me wrapping one arm around her waist while sliding my hand holding the washcloth between her legs. I’m not gentle as I stroke her, pressing the textured cloth against her clit.

She does me in when she digs her fingers into my hair and arches into me. It’s all I can do to spin her to the wall and lift her leg over my shoulder. I drop the washcloth so I can run my finger down her center and slowly press inside her. Her grip on my hair tightens when I add a second finger just before I wrap my lips around her swollen clit.

She bucks against me, and I finger fuck her harder. With each lick and suck from my mouth and thrust of my fingers, she’s pushed closer to the edge. I groan and suck her clit harder when I feel her body clamp around my fingers like she’s trying to suck them deeper inside her.

“I’m coming,” she pants and clenches her fingers into my hair and pulls while simultaneously pushing me harder into her.

The moment her orgasm hits her, I push my fingers as far inside her as I can reach, curving them into her. Then I flick my tongue against her clit. Her body bends forward and her legs buckle, and I have to wrap my arm around her waist to keep her from falling in a puddle at my feet.

I continue to pump my fingers inside her until her body stills and she tosses her head back against the shower wall. Hot water sprays over us and steam fills the air. She’s completely sated, gasping, and has never looked more beautiful.

Wrapping my hand around her neck, I pull her mouth to mine and kiss her deep and hard. Her body may be limp from her release, but she kisses me back with the same level of fierceness that I kiss her.

“Fair warning.” I mumble against her lips. “I’m fixing your water heater.”

She shakes her head. “I can’t let you do that.”

“Baby, I’d like to see you try to stop me.” I pump my fingers again while my thumb brushes across her clit.

Her protesting groan comes out more like a weak whimper and it makes me chuckle. “You’re not playing fair.”

My lips turn up in a grin. “How so?”

“Thanks to that orgasm, I’m too weak to fight you right now.”

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