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not. You seemed so peaceful I didn’t want to disturb you.”
    “Really?” I said, peeling my cheek from his shirt. “You’re sure I didn’t drool, or make weird noises, or do anything else embarrassing in my sleep?”
    “Nope. You looked like an angel the entire time.”
    He was so full of shit.
    “You’re lying, but I’m okay with that,” I said, poking him in the ribs and stretching out. Ouch. I had a crick in my neck and my ear was killing me from sleeping on his chest. Still, it was kind of worth it to wake up with him.
    He put a bookmark in his book and set it aside.
    “Breakfast?” he asked.
    I nodded and extricated myself from him.
    “I really need to shower.”
    Fin leaned down and smelled the top of my head. “You smell good to me, but if you want to shower, go ahead. I’m not going to stop you.”
    I got up and tipped my neck to the side, trying to loosen the knot that had formed in my muscles.
    “Damn, I forgot all my shower stuff though. I can use yours, right?” I’d remembered a toothbrush, thankfully.
    “Sure, use whatever’s in there,” he said, going back to his book as if I was bothering him. “I’ll have breakfast ready when you get out.”
    “Okay.” I thought about saying something else, but he seemed absorbed in his reading, so I just walked toward the bathroom and opened the door.
    I’d been in here before, but I still had to remind myself that I wasn’t walking into a magazine. In addition to a huge shower with multiple showerheads, he also had a large tub with jets and his and hers sinks. Funny that he had two sinks yet never had a woman over who would use the other one.
    Until now, I guess.
    I stripped out of my PJs and stepped into the shower. I scanned the shelf and found a bottle of my shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. The exact same scents and brands I used, hanging out right next to Fin’s collection.
    I shook my head at him and turned on the water, getting a cold blast right in the face. What a way to wake up.
    Sputtering, I fumbled for the handle, but an arm that wasn’t mine got there first.
    “Too cold?” A voice said in my ear, just before something brushed my back.
    “Cold?” I definitely wasn’t cold, and it had nothing to do with the temperature of the water.
    Fin pulled my body into his, brushing my hair over my shoulder as the now-hot water pounded down on us. Pressing my hands against the wall of the shower, I waited to see what he’d do. He’d said he didn’t get naked when he had sex, but he was definitely naked right now. All I wanted was to turn around and run my hands all over him and kiss him and taste him. Everywhere.
    Sex was definitely going to happen. His dick pressed into my back, and I wondered if he’d take me slow or if he’d surprise me. My skin itched with anticipation. All I wanted was to turn around, but I didn’t dare.
    But then his hands ran through my drenched hair and I heard him pick up the bottle of shampoo and pop the top. Moments later, his hands were working my hair and the shampoo into a lather.
    I closed my eyes as he massaged my scalp and I leaned back against him.
    His hard-on wasn’t going anywhere, but he seemed intent on getting my hair clean first. As he rinsed it, he used one hand to shield my eyes so the soap didn’t drip into them. So considerate.
    I didn’t turn around, not even when he worked conditioner into the ends of my hair before piling it on top of my head and securing it with a clip.
    “It’s says you should leave the conditioner in your hair for at least two minutes for the full effect,” he said, leaning down to speak in my ear. “But what can we do in two minutes?” Wrapping one arm around my waist, he lifted me until I was on my tiptoes, positioning himself before lowering me onto his dick. The penetration was shocking in its intensity, and if he didn’t still have an arm around my waist, I might have pitched over and crashed into the shower wall.
    “Let’s see what we can get