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went to Devon’s head like a shot of bourbon.

    Skill be damned, one open-mouthed kiss from this chick and Devon was the one getting weak in the knees.

    He had to have her. Now.

    Pulling his fingers from her body elicited another heartfelt groan. Devon panted and clasped her hips, struggling not to clamp down tight enough to leave bruises.

    “Last chance to back out,” he rasped.

    The sudden stillness of her body gave Devon a wicked pang of fear, but she loosened again almost at once. A deep breath expanded her ribs against his arms, then she leaned away from his chest and deliberately planted her palms on the tiled wall in front of them.

    The move pushed her delectable ass so firmly into Devon’s groin that lights went off behind his eyes.
    He almost missed the look she sent over her shoulder.

    Hair black and sleek with water, cheeks flushed, eyes fever-bright with desire. She opened lips swol en from rubbing against him and said, “No regrets.”

    Devon almost came right then and there. Throttling himself down, he bent over her back and laid his mouth to the beautiful curve of her spine.

    It was hard to pry his locked fingers from her hips even for so essential a task as reaching blindly behind them for a condom, but Devon managed it. He ripped the packet open with his teeth and rolled the latex down, cursing the seconds it took, precious seconds when he wasn’t touching her.

    But it was all worth it when she stretched her back and languidly parted her thighs, allowing him to catch a hint of her pink folds beneath the sweet cleft of her dimpled buttocks.

    The shower beat down on his back and shoulders, a steady drum of water that numbed his skin and filled his ears with white noise. As Devon took himself in hand, gingerly so as not to over-stimulate, and guided himself to her core, he felt all the sensation in his body focus on that one spot, where his throbbing cock was notched against her.

    With a muffled moan, Devon surged forward and into her. There was no resistance, only softness and slick heat opening before him and enclosing him in a tight fist of pleasure.

    “Ah,” she said, her voice high and gasping. “Ah, ah.”

    He thrust once, then again, and each movement of his hips against her brought another sweet, shocked exclamation from her throat.

    Her legs trembled against his; her hands scrabbled at the wet tile. Devon could feel the thunder of her heartbeat where his mouth was pressed, open and panting, against her heaving back.

    Feeling none too steady on his feet himself as pleasure coiled tighter in his belly, Devon was suddenly seized by the very real fear that their knees would falter at the exact same moment and they’d go crashing to the shower floor.

    With a muttered curse, he pulled out, mourning the loss of her snug, velvety heat the instant he stepped back.

    “Why’d you stop?” Her plaintive voice forced him to scoop her up for a kiss.

    “I don’t want to break my dick when we take a dive on these slippery tiles,” he said when he could tear himself away from her mouth.

    There was something undeniably amazing about the fact that she blushed at that, when they were standing naked in his shower, in the middle of some of the hottest sex of his life.

    “Oh,” she said, uncertainty hitching in her voice. “So you want to stop?” Devon laughed. He couldn’t help it.

    “Oh, Christ,” he wheezed. “You kill me.”

    “It’s not that funny,” she said tartly. “What am I supposed to think?”

    “That’s the problem,” Devon said. “You’re not supposed to be thinking at all. Let’s get back to that, shall we? Here.”

    He swept an arm across the low bench jutting from the side wall of the shower, knocking Bumble and bumble shampoo and Aveda body wash to the floor.

    She jumped at the clatter of plastic bottles, but her eyes got really big when Devon settled himself on the ledge, long legs stretched out, erection spearing up fiercely from its nest of dark