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      It was her turn to break away. She opened the shower door and turned on the water. As she did that he undid the hooks of her bra. It ended up on the pile, and they were both, finally, naked.

      “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, nuzzling behind her ear.

      “You think so?”

      “I do.”

      She turned into his chest, at once liking that he was so tall, and wishing she didn’t have to look up so high to see his face. “You’re not bad yourself.”

      With his hands on her shoulders he held her steady, looked at her with serious eyes. “I shouldn’t do this.”

      “You think he can get in here? Into this room without you knowing about it?”

      “No. But you can make me lose my concentration.”

      “I can? Wow, I had no idea.”

      “Just thinking about you in that little thong of yours…”

      “I meant to ask you about that. Panty fetish?”

      “Nope. Not that I’ve noticed. Before today, that is.”

      “Ah, so it’s my panties that had you so rapt.”

      He nodded. “Guess so.”

      “I don’t understand why you’re not taken. I really don’t. You’re gorgeous, you’re smart. You’ve got that whole dark and dangerous thing going.”

      “I told you. I can’t. Things are complicated.”

      “You know what’s not complicated?”

      “What?”

      She kissed him again, only this time, she moved her hand down, fisting his hot erection. “Let’s get clean so we can get dirty,” she said, her mouth a scant inch from his. “Show me what you like. Teach me how to please you.”

      “You already are,” he said, reaching behind her so he could open the shower door wide enough for both of them to get in.

      The water was perfect and it hit them from three sides. Of course, the nozzles were adjusted to her height, but Boone didn’t seem to mind. He touched her back with both hands, rubbed her chest with his, the water and the heat making everything slick.

      She reached for the soap, but he stopped her with his teeth on her neck. It was a very effective move, stilling her instantly. He growled as he held her there, his left hand moving down her stomach, between her legs.

      He didn’t need the shower or the soap to make her wet and slick down there. His finger was large, blunt but practiced, as he explored her. First finding her clit, then sliding back until he pushed in, filling her so well she rose on her toes.

      Now he held her with that finger, which was powerful motivation not to move. When he looked at her, she could barely see the green of his eyes, they were so dark with his excitement.

      She wanted more than his finger. To let him know, she squeezed him, enough to make his eyebrows raise in surprise.

      She gave him her most wicked look. “Oh, yeah.”

      “Well, you’re going to have to wait.”

      “Why?”

      “Because I said so.”

      She coughed at his audacity. “And if I don’t want to?”

      “I’ll enjoy the show.”

      She snuck her hand between them and tweaked the hell out of his nipple.

      “Hey, that hurt.”

      “And there’s more where that came from, so watch your step, buddy.”

      “You think you can take me?”

      “I can try.”

      The grin came slowly, as did the delight in his eyes. “You’re right. Let’s get clean and get the hell out of here. I want you on your back.”

      “Nope.”

      “Why not?”

      She tweaked his other nipple. “’Cause I like to be on top.”

      Boone grabbed her wrist. There was no possibility of her getting loose if he didn’t want her that way. Not that she minded. She might be hell on wheels when it came to business, but in the bedroom? She liked to be dominated. In the right way, of course. So far, Boone had the perfect balance.

      She thought about the difference, last night to now. A lot had happened, and she’d been on an emotional roller coaster. He hadn’t missed a beat. Last night, he’d called it so right it was spooky. Tonight…Oh, yeah.

      “What was that again?” he asked.

      “I said, I like to be on top. If you can’t handle that, well, then I guess I won’t get clean at all.”

      He spun her around and brought her back up against his body. She could feel how the game excited him. How he liked feeling his own strength. “If you won’t wash yourself, I guess I’ll have to.”

      He reached behind her to the basket where she kept her sponges and bath soaps. He took the biggest of the sponges in his free hand and, still holding her, she knew he faced a dilemma. His solution was pretty ingenious, actually. He pulled his body away from hers far enough to put the sponge in the space. Then he got the soap, opened the top with his teeth, and squeezed enough for three baths onto the sponge.

      She laughed, which made him grin, but he didn’t give an inch. She wasn’t going anywhere, which was a good thing. Because as soon as he put back the soap, he got the sponge and started washing her.

      Being a man, he chose the good parts first.

      She used the sponge all the time, but it never felt like it did as he washed her breasts in slow circles, first one and then the other, avoiding the brush across her nipples she craved. When she tried to maneuver herself into the right path, he stopped the sponge altogether, until she relaxed and let him have his way. “Tease,” she whispered.

      He leaned in close to her ear. “Count on it.” He moved the sponge down, the soap dripping over her stomach, down her thighs. Using his foot, he pushed her legs apart.

      Even though she knew it was useless to fight it, she did. She had to. But he got her feet planted more than shoulder-width apart, and with her wrist still captive, held her steady.

      In order to reach his next objective, he had to bend over her, his chest slippery with soap, his cock pressed up and slightly into the cleft of her ass. It was incredibly difficult not to squirm, to just let him have this power.

      To make things worse, or maybe better, he gripped her earlobe between his teeth, just hard enough. His breath, ragged now, sounded practically feral.

      She closed her eyes, feeling everything. The size of his hands, the way his broad shoulders dwarfed her own, the slippery cock so close and yet not nearly close enough.

      He brought the sponge between her legs, rubbing back and forth, keeping it light, making her insane.

      She struggled to break his hold, but he wouldn’t let up, not an inch. The struggle itself brought her a little relief; it made him rub harder with the sponge. Just not hard enough. “Boone, please.”

      “Please what?”

      “Let me go.”

      “Is that what you want?”

      “Yes.”

      He did as she asked. One second she was enveloped in his strength, then next she was adrift. Turning slowly, the water hitting her sensitive skin, but not bringing her any pleasure, she looked up into his eyes.

      “Take me to bed,” she said. “Any way you want me.”

      He took hold of her again, by her shoulders,

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