wouldn’t make it too easy on him. “Tell me yes, Sean.”
A muscle in his jaw worked and his knuckles turned white. Then fire ignited in his eyes. “Yes.”
She wanted to rush. To grab at him and let the molten desire loose. She’d always admired his looks, even when he’d been hunting her. But now she knew the damaged man beneath the hard exterior.
But she wouldn’t rush. She wanted to give him more. She wanted to ease his pain for a little while.
And ease her own.
She moved close to him, the hot water pouring over them both, slick skin pressed to slick skin. She slid her hands into the tawny strands of his hair.
His mouth pressed to her temple. His lips moved down her cheek, then claimed her mouth.
She moaned in pleasure and ran her hands along his side. He gripped her thigh, lifted it to wrap around his hip. His erection pressed hard into her belly.
“Shoulder okay?”
The man was too caring for his own good. “Fine.”
“You feel good.” His hands slid under her bottom. “I’ve fantasized plenty about these lithe legs of yours.”
“I’m short.” Her voice was breathy.
He eased her back against the tiles and the shock of cool ceramic was a stark contrast to the hot male pressed against her.
“You’re just right.” His mouth travelled to her ear. He nipped at her sensitive lobe before setting his teeth against the tendons of her neck.
Sensation tore through her and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access.
“I want more.” His words were deep, torn from him.
When he broke contact, she made a sound of protest. “I want to touch you . Drive you crazy.”
His callused hands closed over her breasts and all thoughts rushed from her head. He flicked a thumb over her nipple.
“You are driving me crazy. And what I want is to taste you. All of you.”
That was all the warning she got. He dropped to his knees. His hands weren’t gentle as they nudged her legs apart.
Then his mouth was on her.
Her head rapped back against the tiles. Pleasure, hot and intense, roared through her, leaving her panting. He wasn’t soft or timid. He lapped at her, driving her higher and higher.
“Sean.” She gripped his shoulders to stay upright. Her knees had melted and her belly was tingling. She felt her muscles tightening, control slipping away.
She never let herself get out of control.
“Let go, Bay. I’ll catch you.”
She looked down into his tough face. His eyes burned. For her. He wasn’t thinking of the past or the present. What she was or wasn’t. Just the here and now and the desire between them.
This man had saved her today—more than once. He knew what she’d suffered. She was shocked to realize that after such a short time together, she trusted him.
She let her muscles relax and gave herself up to him.
Another bold caress of his mouth and Bay splintered. The pleasure poured through her—hot, liquid, intoxicating. When her legs gave way, Sean caught her, as promised.
***
Sean was shaking.
He’d been outnumbered in fights, jumped from planes at low altitude and fought for his life too many times to count. Never once had he lost his cool like this.
This woman brought him to his knees and left him wanting.
Water still poured over them. He stroked her good shoulder, watching until her eyes fluttered open. They were still a little unfocused, but she smiled at him.
“We aren’t finished yet,” he growled.
Her smile widened. “I hope not. I want you inside me.”
Her words inflamed him. He grabbed her and surged upright. More than anything, he wanted to lose himself in her.
When her hand slid down his stomach, he sucked in a breath. She circled his erection, fingers brushing over the sensitive head and he groaned.
He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him. He took her slight weight, didn’t want to risk hurting her by pressing her against the wall.
She shimmied her hips and his erection pressed against her slick opening.
He lost the last of
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