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“I just need a minute and I’ll be all clean,” she says with a grin, and it’s in this moment I know she’s fucking with me. I slide my boxers down and grab my cock.

Moving toward the shower, I’m not wasting one more second not touching her. I can play her game. We can clean her up first, but I’ll be doing the cleaning.

I spend some time washing her hair, the thick soapy strands cling to the curves of her back. It’s fucking mouth-watering.

“Pay attention, Kingsley. This hair can’t go without conditioner,” she tells me, pointing to her tresses.

I let out a laugh but do what she tells me, squeezing the excess water from her temporarily straight strands before smoothing them with a good amount of conditioner, all the while planting as many kisses on her as she’ll let me.

“What was it like out there?” she asks as I smooth her hair.

“Terrifying,” I answer honestly. “Exhilarating,” I add as I pull my fingers through her hair before angling the shower head to rinse everything out.

“I think what you do is incredible,” she says, leaning her freshly conditioned head back on my chest and looking up at me. “Admirable, and I never appreciated it like I should’ve. Even when my dad did it, I let fear take over and never took a moment to realize how truly amazing it is that you go out there and risk your life to save nature, homes, people. I just wanted to tell you that.”

I set my jaw as I stare at her, looking so fucking beautiful. I kiss her lips.Mylips.

“Thank you,” I say simply, because there’s really nothing more to do than show her I appreciate her saying it.

“I’m learning that in therapy. To put a positive spin on it,” she says, and I bend down and nip at her neck, her shoulder. Knowing she’s talking to someone makes me happy. When she’s well, I’m well.

“Talking to someone is the first step to really healing, I’m so proud of you, Vi.”

She smiles as my thumb traces her perfect bottom lip.

“I can still smell the diesel on you.” She grins. “I don’t hate it.”

“Yeah…it’ll go away in like…October,” I taunt, bending down to kiss her again, wrapping my arms around her waist in the process.

She laughs and it echoes through the bathroom. The urge to consume her washes over me as her ass presses against my already rock hard cock and the mood instantly shifts.

I angle her face up to kiss me. Violette moans into my mouth and I lose it. It’s been too many days, too much emotion and I’m done playing her waiting game.

Before I can even set my soap down Rowan is pinning me against the shower wall. He leans in, his cock pressing into my ass, and I dream of moving slightly so he can slip inside me. He nips at my neck, and my pussy throbs. His hands slide over my shoulders and my nipples pebble further the moment his fingers find them.

“I’ll tell you one thing, though,” he says under the base of my ear. “I’m pretty sure I should’ve won an award for self-control when Troy called you his wife.” When he plucks at my nipple and then swipes his thumb over it, I whimper.

“I-I never took you to be the jealous type,” I taunt in a whisper, my face pressed against the cool tile wall turns up in a grin. I secretly like knowing that he’s possessive of me.

Rowan growls into the base of my neck.

“The way I feel at the thought of you ever belonging to another man isn’t jealousy…” He slides his hand down my center. “It’s anger, love,” he continues in a whisper. “It’s wrath.”

Rowan’s teeth graze the space under my chin again, biting a little harder this time. I moan as his lips trail across my jaw. He slides his hand up to my throat and turns my face to hold his gaze. His dark, stormy eyes are on mine, his voice gravel.

“It’s…fucking anarchy.” His mouth comes down to meet mine and his hands tour my curves. Rowan spins me around and pins my shoulder blades firmly into the shower wall. One large hand traces my waist and then slips down the front of my hip to my already aching core.

“I spent years wishing I was the man who was touching you, Violette,” he says in a low voice. “Years wishing I was the man with his face between these pretty thighs. Burying myself in this tight little cunt every single fucking night.”

Two fingers slip inside me and my head falls back. My breath is ragged and my mouth begins to water at the sight of him like this; his blue eyes hooded and dark, his body strong, his huge cock begging to claim me. I run my fingers through his hair, gripping tight as he slowly fucks my pussy and then begins to stroke his cock simultaneously.

“The way I feel about you isn’t just love, it’s obsession. Every part of you ismine,” he says as his mouth moves to my breasts. Rowan rolls his tongue against my nipple.

Fuck, that feels good.

I can barely speak because I’m about to come all over his still working fingers. Eleven days without him felt like an eternity, and I know I have a long way to go until the end of fire season.

“I want to be clear. The only thing I care about now is being the man who loves you. The man who takes care of you. The man who makes youcome as you cry out my name.” Rowan turns his free hand to my throat, using his thumb against the center to stroke. His lips come down to mine. “And you’re so fucking gorgeous when you cry my name, Violette.”

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