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Hannah smiled for the first time since I found her on the bathroom floor. “You’re a good man, Texan. I’m glad Zack has you protecting him.”

I turned back toward the stairs and headed for my bedroom. When I reached the end of the hall, I kicked the door open, still holding Hannah in my arms. The moonlight streamed through the window casting a soft glow over everything and illuminating the room in a way that made everything look magical.

I lowered Hannah’s feet, then leaned forward to kiss her softly. She tasted like her cherry lip gloss, and I felt an urge to deepen the kiss. Except we were both covered in blood and needed a shower.

“Let me go start the shower for you,” I murmured against her lips.

Hannah blinked twice, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye. “I don’t know why I can’t stop crying,” she whispered.

“It’s okay to cry. Then, after your shower, if you want, I can hold you, and we can talk or find a television show we both agree on.”

I jogged toward the bathroom and caught sight of myself in the mirror. Blood drops were all over the front of my shirt, and a red handprint was on my ass. I stripped my shirt off and tossed it to the side. The housekeeper would have a heartache if I put it in the hamper. Instead, I planned to discard mine and Hannah’s clothes in the trash after our showers.

I tapped the shower’s LCD screen, and the waterfall head activated. I stopped at the sight before me when I returned to the bedroom. Hannah stood in the doorway wearing only her bra and panties. She had the stained white dress clutched in her hands.

Damn, she was sexy as hell. I knew it wasn’t the right time for us to make love, but every second I was around her, it got harder to hold back.

“The shower should be ready for you. I set it to the temp you like. If you need me, call. I’ll be in the bedroom.”

“Don’t you want to shower?” she asked, her voice low and husky.

“If I get in that shower with you, I won’t be able to hold back…and you don’t need that right now.”

Hannah dropped the bloody dress, strode toward me, and stopped when she was only a foot away. “Maybe that is exactly what will make everything better. Travis did say orgasms were a good way to forget everything...Or is it because you can’t give a girl an orgasm?”

I cupped her cheeks and brought my mouth to hers. Her lips were like satin, and her tongue was like soft velvet when it slid across my lips. The kiss was slow and purposeful. She pressed her breasts against my chest. I slid my hand down her back and unhooked her bra.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” I whispered.

“Yes.”

For years, I had supermodels throw themselves at me, but not a single woman could hold a torch to Hannah. She was sexy as hell, and I loved how she fit perfectly in my arms.

I swallowed hard as I stepped back and ran my eyes up and down her body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

She let the straps drop from her shoulders and her bra fell to the ground. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as she looped her fingers in the sides of her lace panties and shimmied them down her long legs.

“Am I the only one going to strip?” she asked. “Or do you need help?”

“I’m not going to decline the offer.”

Our gazes locked as she stepped forward and worked my zipper down. Her hands pushed at the top of my pants, and they fell to the ground. I bit the inside of my lip when she ran her soft hand over my hard cock. Her fingers felt so good, but if I didn’t get us into the shower, I would end up fucking her against the wall.

I spun her around and kissed her shoulder as I walked us both toward the shower. A very seductive moan escaped her lips. I slid an arm around her to cup one of her breasts, then squeezed.

“Let’s get you cleaned off.” I opened the door and followed her in.

On the shelf was a bottle of lilac soap. I poured some into my right hand. I started with Hannah’s shoulders and worked my way down to her breast. My thumb flicked her hard nipple, and she tossed her head back. The warm water beat down on us. I leaned forward and wrapped my mouth around her nipple.

The small moans escaping her lips might be my undoing. For the last week, I had jacked off to what I thought her body might be like each morning in the shower. Except the real thing was so much better than anything I could ever imagine.

I’d wanted to know how she tasted. I trailed my hand down the backs of her thighs, then lifted one until her knee rested on the bench. Hannah’s eyes widened when I dropped to my knees. My fingers explored between her legs first—softly and slowly.

“You’re so wet,” I said.

“More.”

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