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buckled, but he came up and caught her, kissing her and letting her taste herself on him.
    Her bear growled low inside her, but she ignored it as her orgasm continued to rock through her. She dug her nails into his back, and he growled in pleasure.
    She reached for his pants again, but he captured her hands one last time and pinned them to the wall as he kissed her. It was a deep kiss, possessive and expressive, and she had no choice but to open wide and let him delve inside, claiming her totally.
    When he pulled away, leaving her gasping, she was frustrated and aching for more. For him inside her. She ground against him, letting him know what she wanted.
    He sighed and rested his forehead against the shower. “Damn. Stopping is impossible.” He looked up at her, water and steam all around them, streaming over his handsome features as his hands clung to her like he couldn’t let go. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met. It’s the first time I can’t walk away.”
    Her lips pulled up in a small grin. “Then don’t.” Her heart pounded hard, her shyness left behind in the heat of pleasure. She just wanted to feel more of what he had to give.
    She writhed against the wall behind her, loving the slick feel of her skin on the smooth tile.
    She felt light, happy, and like the only thing that could make this better was full-on sex.
    His fingers tensed on her as he let out a sharp growl, then pushed away from her. He swiped his shirt from the floor and put it on hurriedly, splashing water all around him.
    She sank in a pile of mush as she watched him pace in front of the shower. When he saw her, his face tightened and he quickly moved to pick her up and carry her into the bedroom, depositing her on the bed before going back to pacing.
    She could see his cock, still huge and hard in his pants. What was keeping him from going further?
    The air outside the shower was cool and air-conditioned, and she pulled sheets over her for cover.
    As he paced and cursed, she felt her ardor cool slightly. Her body still felt amazing, warm and loose and pleasured, and she decided not to let whatever he said or did now affect how much she’d enjoyed that.
    Finally, he turned to her, looking unbearably sexy in his wet clothing, still dripping all over her carpet. “What now?” he asked.
    “What do you mean?” she asked.
    He ruffled his wet hair, launching several more water droplets. “How am I supposed to just be your guide now? How am I supposed to just show you around to turtle farms when I know just how hot that body feels? Your face…” He let out a growl and paced some more. She couldn’t believe she had this kind of effect on him. “I just… You keep getting to me,” he said, sending her a sidelong glare that said he blamed her entirely.
    She shrugged. “You walked in on me.”
    “Exactly,” he said. “It’s been two days, and I went from blowing you off to having to see how you were doing to having to suck you off in the shower. Which was amazing.” He gave her a grin. “But now what? I’m not in the right place for a relationship, Mara. I don’t know what this is.” He gestured between them.
    “Maybe you should get a towel. You’re dripping everywhere,” she said calmly.
    He turned on his heel and did just that. Damn, she liked the look of him patting his body with it. When he was satisfied, he sat in a whicker chair by the window and looked out.
    “Are you sure you don’t want me to…?” She looked pointedly at his erection.
    “Yes. The best part is seeing you go,” he said.
    That was different. She hadn’t had a lot of lovers, but most of them definitely did not seem to think her orgasm was the best part. Perhaps Scott was a better man than he sometimes appeared.
    Her heart was still pounding from the encounter. Sure, she’d initiated the sex for comfort and just to feel something good with a hot man. But there in the shower, it had felt like more. So overwhelming. So much bigger than them.
    But