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And still his eyes said far more than his mouth ever could have. In those beautiful emerald eyes, I saw regret, possibly for what he had said. And I understood, hoping that my eyes communicated in the same way to him, that I forgave him…even though the feeling of disappointment and sadness lingered.

Even so, I wanted us to give this a fair chance.

He took a step into the shower and, as he did, I tried not to let my eyes scour his entire body, because it somehow felt like the wrong time. Once he was all the way in, he pulled the shower curtain closed and stepped closer. Although I hadn’t looked directly at his manhood, I knew he wasn’t hard or even semi hard.

Meaning what was happening now was a nonverbal apology.

He cupped my cheeks in his hands and his eyes continued searching mine. God, there were so many words that I wanted to say. But I knew that nothing that would come out of my mouth would be adequate to capture everything in my heart, so as he brought his lips to mine tenderly, softly, I silently accepted his apology.

As his kiss grew firmer, I felt like this was his way of telling me that the journey between us might be a little rough and rocky, but if we stuck with it, maybe something good would come out of it.

He kept kissing me and, as our tongues tangled, my nipples tightened, my mind taking me back to last night…how he had made me feel the best I’d ever felt in my life. No man had ever done that to me before.

Something deep inside my body craved him.

As I brought my hands to his chest, I relished the feel of his firm muscles, wet from the water splashing off of me onto him. Once again, I marveled at how different his body felt against me compared to Kyle, but I pushed that out of my mind as quickly as I could.

As we continued kissing, he grew harder, and my mind shifted to an almost animal state, focused on one ultimate goal now. My breathing even grew deeper and the blood running through my veins sped up as if I were a grazing animal on the plain being watched, assessed, admired.

Wolf slid his hands down the front of my body, grazing the top of my breasts, but he paused to thumb my nipples. One hand remained on my right breast, fondling, teasing, while his other hand resumed its journey, sliding down my belly, past my navel, slowing as it reached its target.

As his finger glided down my slit, I parted my legs, making that area easier to access. I thought if his goal was to find out if I was wet, he really wouldn’t be able to judge that. I almost toldhim I was ready, but talking would have felt like a violation of our silent communication.

My clit would surely tell him how I was feeling.

But he wasn’t simply checking my state of arousal, because his finger stayed on that spot, causing me to suck down a quick breath of air. He began a gentle circular motion with the pad of his finger. At the same time, he kissed down my chin, then down my neck where he began licking and pecking at the gentle flesh before nibbling on the bottom of my ear lobe.

Had I been able to think rational thoughts, I would have marveled at how quickly this man had figured out a magic formula to bring me to climax. Already I was on my way there, evidenced by how my breath was coming more rapidly, how my heart had kicked up a notch, how my muscles had grown tight, feeling like they were being stretched past their point.

As he continued rubbing that excited bundle of nerves, I managed to move my hands to his back, almost as if wanting to hold him in place. But it wasn’t long before my fingers were bent, all but digging into his back as I seemed to lose control of myself.

I bit my lip as Wolf continued to kiss my neck, all the while applying a steady pressure on my clit while his other hand kept teasing the nipple of one of my breasts. When I finally spread my legs a little farther and tilted my pelvis, I hoped to get myself closer, because I felt like I was going to explode.

Then Wolf whispered something in my ear, something I couldn’t quite understand over the trickle of the water because his voice was so soft. But it sounded like he said,You mean the world to me, songbird.Whatever it was communicated directly with my subconscious, because that was when the shower of fireworks went off in my head as if it was the fourth of July.

I moaned something, although no actual words came out of my mouth. It was almost as if I were speaking in tongues. My thighs quivered around his finger as wave after wave of pleasurerocked my entire body. When I was done, I felt limp, completely exhausted, suddenly depleted.

But this wasn’t just about me.

Gently, Wolf kissed my neck one last time before bringing his face to mine. When I gazed into his eyes, I kissed him again, thinking maybe now I could return the favor. I was considering getting down on my knees, but he wasn’t about to give me the opportunity.

Instead, he slid his hands underneath my ass, lifting me while turning me so that my back was to the wall of the shower. He looked at me again, his expression seeming to ask if I was ready. I simply gave him a slight nod and then kissed him as if to punctuate my unspoken words.

He eased himself inside me, his rhythm slow at first. But as I ran my hands down his back and squeezed his ass, it wasn’t long before he increased the tempo. For just a moment, I almost felt like I could hear Adrian’s drums in my head, and I could all but hear a song playing in my mind. Maybe it was one I would write later.

Because right now I couldn’t concentrate on it. Just like the night before, as Wolf continued to rock in and out at me, my body reminded me that I was still in a highly aroused state. Every muscle started to quiver again, causing mild waves of pleasure to rip through my body.

Wolf let out a long sigh, no longer grinding, but moving as if relishing every tiny centimeter of flesh inside my pussy. Eventually, he stopped, resting his face in the crook of my neck. As our breathing slowed, we simply held each other, the shower continuing to beat down on us.

And then it dawned on me.

He hadn’t worn a condom.

The one thing he’d seemed to be the most concerned about he’d already let go of. What did that even mean?

Was this his way of telling me hedidtrust me?

I felt so confused.

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