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fingers go to the hem of his shirt and his follow. His glowing eyes watch my face as he slowly raises his shirt, then pulls it off over his head.
    For a moment, I simply watch him, marveling at his beauty. His muscles ripple as his hands come down to the laces of my leather corset.
    “You’re getting good at that,” I note as he deftly unlaces it.
    “Practice makes perfect,” he comments, “and I, for one, am looking forward to a lot of practice.”
    My eyes start to burn for a moment. “I’m so glad you’re well.”
    “And I’m glad you’re well.” The love so openly displayed on his face takes my breath away.
    “Thanks to you,” I admit. Then my stomach flips. “That big cat had my death in its eyes.”
    “And thanks to Corin. We had a backup plan.” He looks pleased with himself. His fingers go to the hem of my shirt and I raise my hands so he can take it off.
    After he tosses it on the floor, I cup his face. “I wonder where you got that idea.”
    He kisses my forehead and his hands go to my skirt. “I believe you know.” His voice holds a teasing note.
    The need inside me burns almost painfully, and I squirm as heat pools at my core. “Juordin…”
    “Getting impatient, my love?” He looks too damn pleased with himself as he grins down at me.
    “A little.” I admit, then blatantly stare at the thick length straining beneath his pants. Using my thumb, I brush him. “But it looks like you are, too.”
    He groans and yanks off my skirt, then his pants. I unlace my boots hurriedly, and then we’re blissfully in the warm water, reveling in the spray. I glance down and see the red water falling to the floor.
    Juordin puts some squishy liquid in his hands. “Close your eyes, love.”
    I do, and he gently smoothes it over my head and down the back of my hair. Then his fingers come back, sinking into my hair and massaging my scalp. I moan at the wondrous sensation. When his thumbs brush my neck, it sends shivers down my spine.
    He washes my hair slowly, thoroughly, scrubbing it, running it through his long fingers. Then he gets more squishy liquid and, starting with my shoulders, smooths it over my skin. His fingers brush down my arms, up my spine, down my stomach. He traces the lightly formed golden mating marks on my stomach, then kneels down to take a nipple in his mouth.
    My head falls back at the pleasurable sensation, the burn intensifies. His hands never stop moving, rubbing down my hips, down my legs, taking each of my feet in turn. By the time his hands are going up the fronts of my legs, his thumbs on the insides of my thighs, I’m shaking. Just a little higher.
    He stands and turns off the water, grabbing a towel and starting to rub me down. The towel brushes everywhere, my neck, down my back, my nipples, my stomach. At first, I believe he doesn’t know what he’s doing, until I look up and see the glint in his eye.
    “Juordin…” I steal the towel, doing the same to him.
    Revenge is sweet.
    He closes his eyes, groans, and clenches his fists as I brush the towel over his body. When I finally slide the towel along his thick length, his groan quickly turns into a growl.
    He opens his eyes, and I have no warning before he lifts me from the floor and takes me into the main room, tossing me onto the bed gently before climbing over me and stretching out, interlacing our hands beside my head.
    From his face, I can see he’s reveling in the contact as much as I am. I can feel him prodding at my entrance. I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him closer.
    He sinks into me with a groan. “I can’t wait any longer.”
    Me either. But I’m too overcome to speak.
    He starts to move, thrusting in and out, watching my face. His motion touches something deep inside me and the pleasure spreads. I sink my fingers into the muscles of his shoulders, feeling them work as he moves above me.
    My legs start to shake and my mouth opens in pleasure. Juordin doesn’t leave it that way, but seals his