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He grabbed his jeans, fished his wallet out of his pocket and took out a condom. Of course, he had been planning to ambush her when she got home. So he had come prepared.

Good old Boy Scout that he was. But right now, it was impossible to think of him as anything half so wholesome. He was not wholesome.

Not right now.

He rolled the protection on, and lifted her thigh over his hip as he thrust deep.

She gasped. It was too much. And not enough all at the same time.

He thrust relentlessly into her, this time so much different than their first time. That first time had been about her.

This was about them. About a mutual need that overtook them both. About the glory of it. The absolutely untethered, untamed wonder of it all.

He pushed them both to the brink. Hard and fast and perfect. She gripped his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist. She shuddered, shattered, and then he followed her over on a roar.

And she lay there. Feeling undone in the most glorious way. Feeling absolutely, utterly... perfect.

“Daughtry,” she whispered. “Let’s have a shower.”

Chapter Nineteen

Daughtry had never done that in his life. Lost it and had sex on the floor. Because he couldn’t make it to a bedroom. Because he couldn’t control himself. He had certainly never thrown a Tupperware full of cookies.

And Bix was looking up at him, bright eyed and happy. Asking for a shower.

“Hell yeah,” he said.

Because for now he was just going to pretend that he was a different person. For now, that seemed like a pretty damned reasonable thing to do.

So, naked, he reached out and grabbed the thing of cookies, then lifted Bix up off the ground. He put the cookies in her arms, and carried her in his, down the hall to the bedroom.

Bix chucked the cookies down on the bed. “Will need them later. Sustenance,” she said.

She looked up at him and nodded. Gravely.

“You always think about food.”

“If you’ve ever gone without, you think about it a lot.”

She made comments like that sometimes. And they just undid him. But then, she did. Altogether. Over much.

He carried her into the bathroom, and opened up the glass shower door. He leaned into the space, and Bix laughed as she turned the water on.

He set her down outside, while they waited for it to warm up.

“I thought you were showering with her. That night when I got home from the bar.” She took a deep breath, and his eyes were drawn down to her breasts. So perfect. So pretty.

“Were you jealous?”

“Jealous as hell,” she said. “Because I wanted your hands running all over my skin.”

She pressed her thighs together, the action making it clear that she was aroused, and that did something to him.

“You’re a scamp,” he said.

“Obviously,” she said.

Steam started to rise from inside the shower, and he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in, beneath the scalding water.

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