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were in here with me.”

    The pleasurable tension Devon had been enjoying instantly morphed into a need so voracious it made his hands shake. Getting his clothes off took longer than he wanted, and then there was the delay of locating a couple of condoms in his medicine cabinet. It felt like an eternity, but it was mere seconds before he was opening the shower door and sliding in behind her. He tucked the condoms into one of the recessed openings in the tiled wall, easily accessible.

    That done, Devon allowed his brain to short out under the pinprick sting of hot water on his shoulders and the melting heat of the skin of her back against his chest.

    She squeaked when he touched her, as if, despite her invitation, she was startled to find herself sharing space with him.

    He probably lost hero points for taking her up on her offer when she was clearly still nervous. So be it.
    Devon had never aspired to be anyone’s hero.

    And the next instant she was reaching back with both hands and grasping his hips to bring their bodies into even closer contact.

    Devon bent his head to her warm, wet neck to hide his gasp at the aching perfection of being pressed so tightly to her. He palmed her shoulders then crossed his arms over her breastbone, mouth exploring the delicate skin of her neck.

    He hadn’t gone completely soft since that kiss in the bar, and now he was as hard as he’d ever been in his life. When she made a purring noise—a goddamn purr!—and nestled back against him so that his cock rode the sweet dip at the small of her back, Devon was the one who trembled.

    He didn’t know it was possible to be that hard and not go off.

    But apparently so, because she shimmied against him, wet skin and silky hair sliding deliciously, and Devon groaned. The weight of the water pulled at her curls, drawing them straight down until the inky strands reached to the small of her back.

    He could feel his heartbeat in his cock, heavy and fast.

    Blinking away the water droplets, Devon hung his head over her shoulder and watched his own hands smooth over the gentle slope of her chest to cup her full, round breasts. He loved her body, all womanly and welcoming, curvy and soft where he’d grown used to the angles and jutting bones of his fashionably thin dates.

    And the way she arched against him when his thumbs skated over her nipples! The unconscious sensuality of her response melted Devon’s mind.

    He plucked her nipples to make her moan, fascinated by the way her every reaction registered throughout her entire body.

    Sudden, desperate curiosity seized him. He caressed down her sides, making her shiver, and tested the fit of her hips to his palms. Perfect. His fingers wandered to her bel y button, stroked the taut skin of her abdomen, then dipped lower to play in the nest of curls between her thighs.

    Even in the warmth of the shower, with mist all around them, the heat of that secret spot sent excitement raging through Devon’s bloodstream.

    She shuddered in his arms, twisting, although if she was trying to escape from his touch she was doing a piss-poor job of it. When Devon probed deeper and found her clit, her lips parted on a silent moan.

    Devon sank two fingers into the hot, wet depths of her, thrilling with dark satisfaction when her hips jerked into his hand.

    Her head fell back against his shoulder, eyes closed, mouth open. When he flexed his fingers, the ones buried inside her, she turned her face to his neck and the groan she gave vibrated against his skin.

    Calling on all his skill—which ought to be considerable after the last few years; a hit TV show made a guy very popular with the ladies—Devon gently stretched his fingers apart, rubbing his knuckles against the nerve-rich skin of her opening. His thumb found her clit again, pressing and circling in a rhythm that faltered when he felt her mouth open against his neck.

    The first hesitant touch of her tongue to the place where his neck joined his shoulder