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“I’m coming with you. I know where the spare parts are stored.”

Of course she does. She probably has an inventory spreadsheet somewhere.

“Wear my heavy coat,” I tell her. “And boots. It’s brutal out there.”

The trek to the generator shed takes twice as long as usual, fighting through waist-deep snow. Rachel leads the way to where she stored extra fuel and parts, competent as always. Between the two of us, we get power restored in under an hour, but we’re both half-frozen by the time we make it back inside.

“Shower,” I say, already steering her toward the bathroom. “Then I’m finally making you that omelet.”

She turns in my arms, snow melting in her hair. “Join me?”

Steam fills the bathroom as I strip off our wet clothes. Rachel’s shivering, skin pale from the cold, and I waste no time getting her under the hot spray. She sighs as the water hits her, but I notice her nipples still peaked, and not from the cold.

“Let me warm you up,” I murmur, pressing her against the tile. My hands slide over her wet skin, possessive. When she tries to touch me, I pin her wrists above her head.

“Not yet.” I nip at her ear. “First I’m going to make you forget about being cold.”

The water runs down her body in rivulets, making her skin gleam. I follow one droplet with my tongue, from her throat to her breast. When I take her nipple in my mouth, she arches with a gasp.

“Please...”

“Please what?” I switch to the other breast, making her whimper.

“Need you inside me.”

The words make my control snap. I held back last night and this morning, but I can’t hold back any longer.

I press her harder against the slick tiles, one hand gripping her hip, the other sliding between her thighs. She gasps against my mouth as my fingers tease her, slipping through her wet heat before pressing inside.

Her head falls back against the wall, a broken moan escaping her lips as I work her with slow, firm strokes.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, watching her face twist with pleasure. “Let me feel you come.”

She’s panting, hands gripping my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. I curl my fingers just right, pressing against that spot that makes her entire body shudder.

“Garrett—” She chokes on my name, thighs clenching tight around me as she comes apart, her orgasm pulsing around my fingers.

I groan, barely holding onto the last shred of control I have left. Fuck, she’sperfect.Watching her like this,helplessin pleasure, pushes me to the edge of reason.

I need to be inside her.Now.

I slide my fingers free, wrap my hands around her ass, and lift her higher. She barely has time to gasp before I position myself at her entrance and thrust inside, burying myself in her in one long, deep stroke.

“Damn,” I grit out, pressing my forehead to hers as I fight the urge to come right then and there.She’s so fucking tight.So hot, so wet, gripping me like she was made for me.

Her nails scrape down my back, legs squeezing around my waist as she rolls her hips. “Move,” she breathes. “I need you.”

I don’t hesitate. I pull back and thrust again, harder this time, until I have her bouncing against the wall, the water crashing down around us. I brace a hand under her thigh, angling her just right so every stroke hits deep, dragging a needy whimper from her lips.

She clings to me, moaning, her head thrown back, letting me take her exactly how I want—how I need.

“You feel so fucking good,” I groan, watching her breasts bounce with every thrust, her body shuddering with pleasure. “So goddamn perfect.”

She tightens around me, and I know she’s close again. But before she can tip over the edge, I grip her hips and pull out, setting her back on her feet.

She blinks up at me, breathless, confused—until I spin her around and press her hands against the wall.

“Garrett—”

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