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I need to have sex. With him. Right now.

I’m still pacing back and forth in front of his door, trying to decide what to do, when it opens and his broad frame fills the entire doorway.

Looking half-asleep, he rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. “Is it working?”

I stop dead in my tracks and stare back at him. “Is what working?”

He loosely points in my direction. “Whatever that was you were doing out here before I interrupted you.”

I bite my lip. Offering sex to a perfect stranger is only sexy when you don’t look like a jackass while offering. “I didn’t know you were up.”

Much to my frustration, the left corner of his mouth creeps up into the hottest-looking half grin I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m having flashes of what it felt like to have his lips pressed to mine, and my calves tighten as my body instinctively preps to pounce on him. Then he speaks.

“So is this like a frequent thing you do now? Pace back and forth outside my apartment at night while I sleep? Call me crazy, but that seems like a misuse of your time and energy considering what we could be doing with it if you brought it inside. Not to mention, the wrong guy might find it to be a little on the psycho-stalker side.”

I want to be pissed. Offended. Turn around and stomp off with a haughty huff. But instead I practically tackle him, flinging my arms over his neck and jumping up to wrap both legs around his waist while he catches me like this is neatly timed choreography we’ve practiced many times over.

My lips move with an almost frantic need, seeking out his mouth and waiting for his kiss to take me in. Somewhere in the distance the door slam shut, and I know we’re inside. Safe. He’s got me securely in his arms, moving across the small apartment until we’re in the bathroom.

“What are we doing in here?” I ask, catching my own reflection in the mirror as he sets me down. I flinch. This isn’t going to work. I can’t escape myself while I’m watching the whole thing.

“Multitasking. I’ve got to be at work in less than an hour.” He reaches past me and into the shower. Half a second later the water come on.

“Oh.” Shower. Steam. The mirror will be fogged up in no time. “Um, thanks for squeezing me in.”

His hand slides down to my ass and pinches it hard. “No problem. Tomorrow don’t waste so much time strolling around on my front porch before youcome inside.”

Tomorrow. “I won’t.” I barely get the words out before his lips seal themselves to mine again.God, this man can kiss. And speaking of multitasking, my clothes are already lying on the floor somewhere, mixed in with the sweats he was wearing when he answered the door.

Using one arm to open the shower curtain, he keeps the other snaked tight around my waist as he backs both of us into the hot stream of water. Giving me the prime spot, he briefly breaks away, taking a step back to watch as the water runs over my naked body. It’s weird because I despise being watched. Maybe because I’ve spent years attempting to be invisible. My survival was kind of dependent on it. But now, with him, it’s different. He’s not studying me in search of flaws. He’s not seeking out my weaknesses. He’s simply enjoying the sight of me. And I’m enjoying being seen.

A mischievous smirk trails his lips as he reaches for a bar of soap and begins to lather it up under the water. Next, he turns me around and begins to move the suds over my shoulders, slowly working his way down. It’s the most sensual thing I’ve ever experienced. Combined with the bubbles and water, his otherwise callous hands are softly moving over my now silky-smooth skin.

His hands continue to move around to my front, gently caressing my chest and stomach. One arm wraps over my breasts, holding me to him, while the other reaches down, still moving in soft circles over my skin and washing my hip and top of my thigh. Dropping my head back to his chest, I close my eyes and let myself get swept away in the moment as his hand slides between my legs.

Behind me, I can feel him. He’s hard and ready, pressing against me, and I curl my arm around my back, then wrap my hand around his large shaft.

He moans into the curve of my neck, and the sound mixed in with the sensation of his hot breath against my skin turn me on even more. I tilt my head back to kiss him just as his mouth is coming for mine. I turn around to face him, then, moving together, our handsmimic the rhythm of our bodies. It doesn’t take long before my back is arched against the cold wet tiles of his shower and I’m gasping for his kiss, and air, and a functioning brain cell, because all that’s left of me is turning to putty in his hands as the sensation climbs until it spreads into every last inch of my being.

“Oh my God, Cowboy,” I whisper as he brings me to him, letting the now cold water run over both of us.

“That’s not my name,” he rumbles into my ear as he begins to wash my hair.

“I don’t care.” I move my hands over his chest, rinsing what’s left of the suds from his skin.

He stops what he’s doing and lifts my chin toward him. “You don’t know my name, do you?”

I want to turn my head away from the intensity of his gaze, but his thumb and finger have a firm hold of my jaw and I’d have to force it to move. I’m not doing that. The last thing I want to do is make a big issue out of this. It’s not.

“I don’t need to know your name.”

He lets go of my face and shakes his head. “What? Afraid things will get too serious if you actually know who I am? Trust me. They won’t. They can’t. This? It can’t be more than what it is right now. Ever.”

I laugh. Maybe because this conversation is making me uncomfortable. Maybe because it’s annoying me that he’s trying to turn the tables on me, like I’m the one who’s trying to turn this into something deeper than two strangers fucking for the sheer fun of it. “Oh, believe me. I know that. There’s no way I’m falling for another asshole who doesn’t have his shit together.”

Fully expecting him to have his little male ego bruised by my comment, I spin around and turn the knob, bringing our shower to an instant ending.

This conversation is a total buzzkill, and it’s ruining the phenomenal orgasm I had less than five minutes ago, which truth be told is pissing me off, considering it’s what I hauled my ass over here for this morning.

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