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She exhales a long breath of relief.
I do as well.
Then she grabs the hem of the T-shirt she’s wearing, one of my T-shirts, and lifts it over her head in one swoop. She stands before me in nothing but black panties, and I suck in a breath at the sight of her.
After the night I had, I’d forgotten how breathtakingly beautiful she is. Her every curve and freckle brings me back to life and makes me want to lick and taste every spot on her.
But images of what happened tonight flash in my head, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I feel her fingers brush against mine, and I shiver.
“Keep your eyes on me,” she says gently, repeating the words I told her earlier tonight.
I open my eyes and stare at her, forcing my familiar grin. “You’re right. Why close my eyes when I have such a beautiful woman standing in front of me.”
She smiles. “You don’t have to make jokes if you don’t want to. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, not now. And never again if I have any say in it.”
“Jokes and laughter are all I know.”
I wait for her to offer to help me strip or to get a washcloth to rid me of the scent of another woman. Instead, I cock my head in confusion when she reaches into the shower. She grabs the handheld, and she sprays me, fully clothed.
My mouth gapes, and a wicked grin grows on my cheeks.
“You did not just do that,” I say.
She laughs. “What are you going to do about it, sunshine?”
“This.” I grab her by the hips as she continues to spray me over and over with the shower head. I shove her back under the spray of the rain shower, grabbing the handheld out of her grip.
I spin her around, until her ass is against my crotch, and then I direct the spray between her legs.
She gasps, “Not fair.”
I chuckle as I nip at her ear and breathe her in. She reaches back, loosening my soaked bun until she frees my hair.
My free hand palms her breast as the other continues to torture her clit with the water. She quickly falls apart, her moans ricocheting off the bathroom tiles.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I say against her ear.
“And you’re about to get payback for that.” She turns, knocking the sprayer out of my hand and reaching for the button of my jeans. She undoes it quickly, unzips the jeans, and peels the wet cloth down my thighs until my pierced cock springs free.
I’m not sure what she’s going to do, and flashes of images in my head remind me why I shouldn’t do this. My heart thunders in my chest at the thought of being touched so soon after…
She kneels in front of me, water dripping down her face. Her green eyes peer up at me, and my mind clears, except for her.
“Can I?” she asks. She doesn’t take; she waits for me.
I nod, knowing I need this.
We both do.
Her tongue dips out of her mouth, and she carefully licks over my tip gently, like a caress.
I gasp, my eyes watching her closely, and hers mine for any reaction. She’ll stop if it becomes too much before I even get the word out. But I’ll never ask her to stop.
Another lick, this one starting at my base and up my length. I still, terrified I’ll shatter and break under her touch.
But when she wraps her lips around me, sucking me deep in her mouth in one swallow…
I’m hers—fucking hers.
