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I narrow my eyes. “Wait. Did you do that on purpose?”
“You let me hug you, didn’t you?”
I push him into the shower and turn on the cold water.
“Fuck! Ava, what are you doing? It’s freezing!” The water soaks him, running over his face and body. He grabs my arm and pulls me in, still clothed.
I shriek, but he holds me close, lifting my shirt over my head and tossing it to the floor. His face lowers, and he kisses my neck while his hands travel down my back until he cups my ass.
I unbutton my jeans and slide them off along with my panties, aware of his growing erection. I reach out and adjust the handle to warm water, sighing in relief as I stop shivering.
He pauses. “Can I?”
I nod, and as if removing a barrier between us, he attacks me like a starving man, his mouth on mine, holdingme as if I’m the last thing left in the world, the only thing he needs.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he instructs.
I do just that, wrapping my legs around his waist, his cock brushing my entrance as he presses me against the shower wall. I moan as my back touches the cold tiles.
He slips his hand between us for just a moment, exploring.
“Oh, Ava.” He groans my name, giving me only a moment before thrusting into me with one powerful motion of his hips.
“I love you, Ava Gant.” He pounds into me, deep, hard. Painful. “I’m yours. My heart and body, yours.”
He gives me his passion and love with every powerful thrust of his hips.
“Ava Valeur,” I correct, the words slipping out between moans.
He looks into my eyes, questions in his.
I nod. “I don’t want to be Gant anymore. I’m Ava Valeur.”
He trembles. “Fuck. I love hearing you say that. I love you so much.” He loses control, pounding into me harder, faster. My back slams against the wall, but I don’t care. I feel nothing but him, his love for me. His need for me.
I close my eyes.
“Open them,” he demands. “I want you to look at me when you come. I want to see that expression on your face, the one I’m addicted to, the one that haunts my dreams.”
My muscles tremble, my eyes rolling back.
“Yes. Ava, let go. Give it to me,” he whispers, and I unravel in his arms, feeling every part of his body, my body as if we’re one. A true connection, all emotion. He comes inside me a few seconds later, and we stay like that, holding each other for long minutes, panting.
Lucas turns off the water and carries me out in his arms. He takes a towel and dries every part of my body with care and gentleness, then himself. After that, he lifts me again and carries my now pliant body to the bed.
He lies down beside me, wrapping me up as if I might escape. I snuggle into him, skin to skin, and within minutes, I’m asleep.
The morning sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow on my skin as I drift into consciousness. Lucas’s husky voice whispers in my ear, “Good morning, beautiful.”
I stretch my limbs, and his hard length presses against my backside. A delicious shiver runs down my spine.
“You’re still here,” he murmurs, his breath tickling my neck. “Or am I dreaming?”
Rolling over to face him, I gaze into his sleepy blue eyes. “This is my home, so of course I’m still here.”
He glances around the room. “My home is wherever you are.”
I brush a lock of hair from his forehead. “Do you remember what happened yesterday?”
