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       Chapter Seven

      “Man,” she said, her smile widening. “You are fine to look at.”

      “You sure about this?” His body pulsed with need.

      “Totally.”

      He’d never slept with someone who said totally. It wasn’t right. Dylan dropped the condom onto the tiled shelf and closed the shower door.

      “I thought I had burned my back in the shelter.” He presented it to her. “But I don’t feel any burns.”

      Her hands caressed his shoulders as the water pulsed on his skin.

      “Perfect,” she said. She soaped him and lathered his skin from his neck to the back of his legs while his body built to a thrumming need to touch her.

      Meadow’s hand slipped down his arm pausing at the tattoo.

      “I like this. It’s well done. That’s a medicine shield. Right? And eagle feathers?”

      He nodded, watching her as she traced the design.

      She slipped around in front of him and repeated her ministration on his chest.

      “I’ve wanted to touch you since I saw you with that ax. Then you were on top of me and I could barely breathe.”