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Guard against a broken heart, girl, she told herself as she stepped into the shower.
The shower might not have been the best idea, though, as the water sluiced over her naked flesh, heated and warm, caressing, her hands rubbing from her shoulders down, over her breasts, her waist.
The rasp of the washcloth over her flesh reminded her of Nik. The calloused heat of his hands coursing over her body, touching her, feeling her. Eyes closed, inhibitions lost, a muted moan left her lips, shocking her with the hunger rife in the sound.
She had never wanted as she wanted at this moment. A man's touch, his kiss. No, not just a man's, Nik's. Nik's touch. Nik's kiss. His hands smoothing over her stomach, hips, to her thighs and beyond.
Dropping the cloth, she let her fingers touch, so desperate, so on fire, now that nothing but flesh on flesh could come close to giving her what she needed. Her head tipped back against the shower wall, the feel of her hair caressing the tops of the rounded globes of her rear another caress. Another reminder of a touch she wanted, a touch she had no hope of attaining if she didn't have Nik. Brushing her fingers over the swollen curves of her sex, Mikayla drew in a hard, broken breath at the whispered caress against her clit.
Sensation shot through her, clenching her stomach and tightening her thighs as her fingers parted the slick, dew-rich curves of her pussy and delved inside. It was good, damned good, but not as good as Nik.
A needy moan fell from her lips again as she dragged her free hand to her breasts, her fingers brushing against first one nipple, then the next. She let her nails rake against them as she fought to find the feel of Nik's calloused, roughened fingertips against them. Almost. She almost had the sensation. The pleasure.
Water pounded around her, hot and wet as her fingers slid through the slick layer of juices that eased from her vagina. She wanted, ached, to be touched there. To be taken. It was a hunger unlike anything she could have imagined.
"Mikayla!"
Her eyes flew open in shock to meet the searing blue flames in Nik's gaze. One hand still cupped her sex, the other her breast, her fingers on her nipples as her brain tried to comprehend the sudden change.
To assimilate the fact that Nik was stripping. His T-shirt tossed aside in the space of a breath, his jeans loosened with one hand, unzipped, his cock springing free as he pushed them over his hips, his gaze refusing to release hers, his expression filled with hunger, with something more than pure lust.
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"I . . ." She tried to talk, to explain, as his hand gripped hers and drew it from between her thighs.
Heat flushed her face. She had been standing there, still touching herself, as he undressed. How mortifying. And yet how sexy.
The water shut off. She blinked back at him as he drew her from the shower. Mesmerized. That was what she was. She was mesmerized. She knew damned well what was getting ready to happen and she was suspended between disbelief and helpless anticipation.
When his lips met hers, adrenaline jacked through her veins, pouring into her senses as she felt his hands stroking over her.
No, those weren't his hands. Well, they were, but he held a towel between his flesh and hers.
Drying her.
A moan tore between their lips as she cried out at the friction against her sensitive flesh. She felt weak, uncertain. The rasp of the towel over her skin was almost too much; sudden, sharp spears of pleasure tore through her.
Her gasps of surprised pleasure were silenced by his lips on hers, but the jerking of her body, the hard inhalation, wasn't lost on him. It seemed to make him harder, hotter. His lips slanted over hers, his tongue pressing against her and stroking in rapid-fire motions that stoked her own need higher.
Mikayla stopped trying to make sense of it. The hard naked press of his cock against her stomach was like a brand. His hands were wide, strong, holding her to him as he lifted her, turned, carried her to the bedroom.
Mikayla was shaking. She could feel the tremors racing through her body as his lips continued to ransack hers.
"You'll be the death of me." He pulled back from the kiss as he laid her on the bed, staring down at her, the broad, bronzed width of his shoulders shadowing her. She had to touch them.
Her nails raked over the tough flesh, felt the flesh of muscle beneath.
"How?" She forced the word past her lips, questioning his statement rather than begging for him as she wanted to.
Watching his hand move, his long fingers cup her breast, Mikayla lost the ability to reason anything then.
"This . . ." The answer was lost on her. "This sweet, sexy little body. That innocence in your eyes. I don't know if my conscience can survive you, Mikayla."
"Then make it worth it," she whispered, fighting the whimper in her voice. "For both of us."
She had to touch him as she spoke. She had never imagined pleasure like this, never imagined such need to touch a man. Her hand slid down his chest, his hard abs, to the thick stalk of flesh rising from between his thighs.
She couldn't encircle it with her fingers. It was heavy, strong, and hot, throbbing beneath her fingers with life and pleasure.
