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Warm water cascaded over them, turning the dust and grime on their clothes into gray rivers that traced paths down their bodies. His black shirt clung to the hard planes of his chest and arms, outlining every sculpted muscle. Droplets caught in his eyelashes as he looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire and something wilder, more dangerous.

“Any other comments?”

Water ran down his face in rivulets, cutting through the remaining dust on his skin. The effect made him look untamed, dangerous, and absolutely irresistible. The shower’s spray created a cocoon around them, blocking out everything beyond the glass walls.

“I guess the clothes were dirty anyway,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper as he lowered her to her feet. Her hands slid down his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his soaked shirt.

“We’re being responsible,” he agreed, his voice a low rasp that sent shivers down her spine. “Saving water.”

His hands found her hips, and he backed her against the tiled wall.

Need hit her like a punch to the gut. Her fingers found the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward with an urgency that surprised even her.

“These need to go,” she murmured as he ducked his head, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck. The water made everything slick and sensitive, each touch amplified, electric.

He pulled back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, the wet fabric hitting the floor outside the shower with a sodden splat. Water ran down his bare chest, tracing paths between hard-earned muscles. Unable to resist, she reached out, following one of those paths with her fingers and feeling his muscles jump beneath her touch.

His hands found the bottom of her tank top, peeling the wet fabric up her body. The air was cool against her wet skin for just a moment before his hands were there, hot and demanding, sliding up her sides. Her bra followed quickly, both items joining his shirt on the bathroom floor in a soggy heap.

The spray hit her bare breasts, and she gasped. His eyes darkened as he looked down at her. His hands came up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. The dual sensation of the warm water and his touch made her arch into him, a moan escaping her lips.

“Beautiful,” he growled before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. The taste of him made her head spin. His chest pressed against hers, skin to skin, hot and slick and perfect.

Their remaining clothes seemed to melt away under desperate hands, both of them fighting with wet fabric until they were finally, gloriously naked. Water ran between their bodies where they pressed together, creating delicious friction.

His hands were everywhere at once, leaving trails of fire.

He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit with unerring accuracy. Her head fell back against the tiles with a gasp as he touched her with skilled precision. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, feeling the play of muscles under wet skin as he moved.

His mouth found her breast again, the contrast between the cool water and his hot tongue making her cry out.

The pleasure on her body built rapidly under his touch, coiling tighter and tighter in her core. She moaned as he worked her higher, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm. Her nails dug into his shoulders as the tension mounted, her body trembling between his solid form and the tiled wall.

When release finally crashed over her, it was like being swept away by a wave.

She cried out his name, her body arching against him as pleasure coursed through her veins. He held her steady through it all, his touch gentle but sure as he drew out every last tremor of pleasure.

As she came down from her high, she became aware of his ragged breathing, the barely contained tension in his body where he pressed against her. Opening her eyes, she found him watching her with an intensity that made her ache with need.

“Ashley,” he rasped, his voice rough with need. “Are you sure about this? I need to know you’re sure.”

She looked deeply into his eyes, seeing the raw desire mixed with a tenderness that made her chest tighten. She nodded, her voice steady and sure. “I’m sure, Sy. I want this. I wantyou.”

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and his mouth captured hers in a fierce, claiming kiss.

The kiss spoke of pent-up longing and unspoken emotions that sent her senses reeling. His hands slid down her body, gripping her thighs as he lifted her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms circling his neck and pulling him closer.

The tiles were cold and slick against her back, but his body was a furnace, his heat enveloping her. Breaking away from her mouth, he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. She arched against him, her body throbbing with need. She ached. She needed more. Needed everything he could give her.

And she could feel him, hard and ready, pressing against her core. Right where she needed him. Shifting her hips, she tried to align their bodies, desperate to feel him inside her. His grip on her thighs tightened, and he looked into her eyes, his gaze fierce and hungry.

Then he entered her. A single, powerful thrust, and he filled her completely. She gasped as her body stretched to accommodate him. The sensation was overwhelming, intense, and utterly perfect.

So perfect.

He held still, his cock throbbing in her depths as he rested his forehead against hers. His breath came in ragged gasps.

“You feel amazing,” he murmured, his voice rough. “So perfect. So tight.”

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