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head, as if to clear it, but
it was no use. It overwhelmed her in an instant, and she was awash with
feeling, drowning in it, unable to stand in the tide.
    “That’s my
girl.” He turned to kiss her thigh, rubbing his cheek there, stubbly and rough.
“Let it go. Let me have you. All of you.”
    “Please, I…”
She didn’t know what to say. There weren’t words. And she found she didn’t need
them. All she needed to do was surrender, to let herself go in his arms, not
just her body but her mind, oh god, the whole of her, every part and essence of
who she was, laid bare and quivering before him. It wasn’t possible. He
wouldn’t want her. He couldn’t possibly see her completely open and vulnerable
and not turn away.
    But her
fears were unfounded.
    He devoured
her as if he couldn’t get enough, a cloud of steam rising around them, the
water from the shower splashing off his broad, strong back and shoulders. Katie
hung on, going along for the ride, letting him take her wherever he wanted her
to go. She couldn’t help the soft mews of pleasure escaping her throat as she
writhed against the tile, her cries growing louder, echoing off the bathroom
walls the closer she got to her destination.
    Her climax
rocked them both, Katie’s back arching, shoving her pussy fully against his
eager mouth, and he moved to grab her hips, steadying her as she came and came,
flooding him with her juices. When Liam slowly lifted her legs off his
shoulders, letting her slide down the wall to join him on her knees in the
shower, she was still so dizzy, she wasn’t quite sure where she was until she
looked into his eyes.
    “Pretty
kitty.” He chuckled, touching her nose with the tip of his finger. She looked
at him in wonder and disbelief. Kitty? He looked like the cat that ate
the canary, full and satisfied. He honestly looked like he’d enjoyed that as
much as she did. Maybe more. Was that possible?
    She put her
arms around his neck, pressing her body fully to his, seeing his eyes light up
and then begin to smolder. She nuzzled his shoulder, licking his collarbone,
feeling his cock pressed against her hip. He was harder than granite.
    “I want
you,” she confessed, turning her face up to his, showing him with her hips, a
slow grind. “Please, please.” He was so hard she could barely stand it. “Oh
Liam, please!”
    “God, I like
hearing you beg,” he said, and then stood, taking her with him, still in his
arms. He kissed the top of her head. “But not tonight, Kitten. Go get dressed.
I need to wash up.”
    He smacked
her bottom to get her to move, and finally she did, following his order and making
her way out to the dressing area, finding clean towels on a cart near the
lockers. After she retrieved her bra and panties, which were thankfully dry, she
got dressed slowly. She searched her purse for a comb, glancing in the mirror,
sure she would find herself a crazy mess, and for a moment she didn’t recognize
the woman she saw.
    Her face was
flushed, eyes bright, her hair a wet tangled mass of dark curls over her
shoulders. Was this the same woman who had been shelving books at five o’clock
earlier today? She wasn’t sure. And then Liam appeared beside her, dressed,
their coats over his arm, the only indication of their evening his still-wet
hair. She met his eyes in the mirror, wondering what he was thinking. She knew
he wasn’t wondering about her, because he looked like he knew exactly what she
was feeling.
    Liam helped
her on with her coat and she let him lead her again, this time through the
front door. They said goodbye standing between her Honda and his Maserati in
the empty library parking lot, snow starting to fall again.
    “Drive
carefully.” He pulled her coat closer around her neck. Her hair was still damp
and she was shivery.
    “Liam, are
we… are you…?” She didn’t know how to ask the question, wasn’t even sure what
she wanted to ask.
    “Shh.” He
gathered her up and kissed her—their first