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Heat rushed into my face; I was sure he was going to hit the pause button again and ask questions. Instead, he breathlessly said, “Love that idea.”

I closed my eyes and exhaled, as much from relief as arousal.

“Shower first,” I murmured against his neck. “Then we can get dirty.”

“Fuck, yeah,” he growled, and we separated long enough to step into the shower. It was tight, which I’d expected; this wasn’t acheaphotel, but it wasn’t exactly the Ritz either.

I could work with it. Standing close to Riley, kissing him under the hot spray while we explored each other with soapy hands—this was perfect.

As turned on as I was, the temptation to beg him to fuck me was strong. He was right, though. One thing at a time. For all the times I’d had his thick cock down my throat, this was the first time we’d ever touched naked; if we plowed ahead, there was too much opportunity to snag on one of the tripwires my past had left all over my psyche.

This was enough.

Christ, it was more than enough. Riley had turned out to be a mind-blowing kisser, and I hadn’t realized how much I’d been craving another man’s touch until now. Even the things we’d been doing since we’d moved in together didn’t scratch this itch—I needed his hands all over me. I needed his body against mine with nothing between us.

Why the fuck did I keep you at arm’s length for so long?

Oh, I knew exactly why, but I wasn’t going to think about that right now. I was just going to drown in making out with him and touching him in all these long overdue ways.

Riley came up for air, and he looked gloriously disheveled and turned on. “I think we should take this to the bed. Before my damn legs go out from under me.”

I grinned, sliding my hands down to grab two handfuls of his amazing ass. “Yeah? Getting a little off-balance?”

“Just a little.” He reached back and shut off the shower. “Let’s get back in bed so I can make you come.”

Now my legs weren’t doing such a hot job of holding me up, but I managed to get out of the shower without falling on my ass. We dried off in record time, and then we tumbled naked onto the still-made bed.

“Tell me how you want to come,” I panted between messy kisses. “Anything you want.”

He moaned, arching against me. “Let me… Let me come between your thighs. Then I’m going to blow you until you scream.”

I shivered hard. “Fuuuck…”

“Sound good?” He was half-teasing, half-begging. “Tell me.”

“Sounds fucking amazing. Do we need lube?”

He thought about it, then gave a sharp nod. “Yeah. Give me a sec.”

I let him up, and I watched him head for his suitcase, just stealing the chance to ogle his naked body. I was never going to be able to look at him the same again now that I’d seen him like this. Holy shit, this man was gorgeous. He wasn’t just fit enough to meet the Navy’s physical readiness standards—he was ripped and sculpted. The Okinawa sun had left him with a golden tan, and that beautiful tight ass was seriously sexy.

And that thick erection jutting out in front of him made my mouth water. I was tempted to offer to blow him—maybe sixty-nine?—but I was intrigued by what he was suggesting.

So, I kept my thoughts to myself. As he got back on the bed and lubed himself up, I turned on my side, and a moment later, he’d molded himself to me. That was hot as hell on its own, especially when he started kissing my neck and nibbling my ear.

Then he pushed his slick cock between my thighs.

Without really thinking about it, I pressed them together, and I was rewarded with a harsh hiss and his fingers tightening on my hip.

“Like that?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled, and he started moving. This wasn’t the same as getting fucked, but it was still hotter than it had any right to be. I loved the way his whole body felt as he thrust against me—how hot and solid he was—and the sharp huffs of breath on my neck and shoulder were excruciatingly sexy.

I needed some friction myself, so I closed my fingers around my dick. I gave myself a couple of pulls, but that wasn’t enough, so I started pumping harder, keeping time with him, and it took a moment to realize the strangled cry I heard was mine.

“Do you want to come like that?” he gritted out, still fucking against me for all he was worth. “Or do you want to come down my throat?”

Just thinking about either option made me want to explode. “I don’t… I don’t care. Just want to come.”

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