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He ran his hands down her back, holding her close to him as he felt her hands stroking around his back, her sharp little nails probing at his flesh with slow, sensual rasps.
He could feel the heated hunger rising inside her now. It was there in the prick of her nails, in the feel of her hot tongue licking against his chest.
Oh yeah, he liked that. His hand cupped the back of her head as he lifted his face and blinked against the water flowing around them.
“I need you.” The sound of her whisper against his flesh tore through his senses. “I need all of you, John. Everything. Just this once.”
Just this once, and she wanted things he was sworn not to give her. Things he knew better than to give her—and yet he knew he would.
Simply because she asked for it, because she needed it. Because she was immersed in a world that he could see was destroying her.
“You have me, love.” He kept his voice low, let the Australian flavor of his natural accent free, and gave her all of him.
He stared down at her as her head lifted, her eyes filling with tears, her lips shaking as she parted them to speak.
He couldn’t let her speak. He couldn’t let his soul break apart any more than it already was for her. His head lowered and he stole the words in a kiss that immediately sparked a conflagration of heat.
Her hands buried in his hair, fisted in it, and tried to pull him closer as he cupped the rounded globes of her rear and lifted her closer.
Her legs twined around his hips, her ankles crossing at the back as he braced her against the wall and stared into her exquisite, hungry expression.
“I remember, love,” he whispered as a soft sob tore from her lips. “I remember every touch, every kiss. I remember you like a dream that saves my soul.”
Her head rolled against the shower wall as her hips lifted against him, rubbing the slick folds against the head of his cock.
The sensation was sharp, fiery. Like a thousand pinpoints of pleasure racing over the hardened crest. He felt the silken folds of her pussy part for him, felt the heat of her as he nudged inside.
Snug, clenching tissue surrounded the tip of his cock as he fought to breathe through the pleasure. Being with her like this, holding her, feeling her acceptance of him tore through his senses like wildfire.
“Hold on to me, babe.” His voice was thick with passion, with an accent he’d sworn he’d never use again.
She needed all of him, he would give her all of him.
Pressing inside her, he worked the hard flesh of his cock deep as he held her gaze. Heavy-lidded and intense, her emerald eyes glittered as water condensed on her lashes.
“We’ll never speak of this again,” he insisted roughly, his own heart breaking as her eyes filled with tears again. “Tonight, Bailey. Just tonight, we forget where we are, who we have to be. Just for tonight.”
“Just for tonight,” she agreed, her voice filled with tears. “Just for tonight.”
Gripping her rear tighter he lifted her to him, braced his feet against the shower floor, and began to lower her again. Each blistering inch of velvety female flesh that gripped him sent a lance of sensation tearing into his chest.
As though she were firing barbs into his heart, tying her to him forever in ways that she hadn’t already.
How could one woman have such a disastrous effect on a man?
How could one woman fill so much of a man’s soul, even as he knew that the day could come when he would lose her?
He was risking everything for her. To give her this one night. To give her a few moments of comfort that would eventually do more harm than it could ever do good.
But he couldn’t resist her. He couldn’t resist the need, the hunger, or the plea she had whispered.
She had known, in her heart, in her woman’s soul, she had always known who he was, what he was, and what he was to her. There was no denying it any longer, just as there was no denying the need clawing at his balls.
Hips straining, he thrust deeper inside her, feeling her clench and tighten around him as a muted cry fell from her lips.
“I dreamed of this,” she whispered on a sob as she buried her lips against his neck. “I dreamed of you touching me, holding me again. Loving me. Love me, Trent. One more time.”
Trent. The forbidden name, a man who was dead, the man who had claimed his woman so many years before and had never been able to let her go.
