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I let my hands trail gently down to his sides. With just that one sentence, my nerves were spiking. Noah was talking to me, expressing his feelings in a way he didn’t ever do. This is what I wanted. And I didn’t want to fuck it up.

“It’s new for me too,” I replied, reaching for the sponge on the shelf next to me. Noah turned into the stream, rinsing. I couldn’t help but watch, mesmerized, as the water rolled down his chest, pooling bubbles around his feet.

It never ceased to amaze me—the way Noah could make me feel. Seeing his body now was just as glorious as when I saw it the first time. Maybe more so. Because now I knew what pleasure I could bring to him.

“Is it my turn?” he asked.

I stopped suddenly. I hadn’t expected Noah to say that, or to want to return such a close gesture. I didn’t know how I was about to let this man rub all over me in the shower without wanting to do more to him. But I couldn’t say no. Noah had allowed me to clean him so intimately, and I had to let him return the favor. I handed him the sponge and he grabbed the soap, helping himself.

“Turn around,” he told me and I obeyed, my cock instantly thickening at his little command. The water running down my back wasn’t as hot as Noah’s touch against my skin.

His hands wrapped around my shoulders, lathering, scrubbing, moving the bubbles and the hot water over my skin. I could feel his chest pressed against my back and the rim of his cock brushing my ass. I tried and failed not to think of our earlier encounter on my desk. I was fully erect now.

Noah’s hands trailed down my sides, my hips, my stomach.

My breath caught.

“Let me take care of this, too,” he whispered seductively in my ear, his own erection beginning to throb against my skin. He noticed.

“Little Raven,” I warned, “we’re only meant to shower.”

“Why?” he asked, grasping me fully with soap covered hands, so slippery and fucking incredible. He slid up and down me with such ease. “Let me take care of you.”

“This isn’t what I meant, when I said that, baby.” But my body was my enemy and I nearly melted back into him at the sight of his hands, double fisting my cock, suds rising and falling, squishing between his slick fingers.

“Call me baby again,” he hissed into my ear.

My balls clenched upwards. Bossy Noah might be my new favorite. I didn’t often give way with my control, but for Noah, I was certainly tempted.

“Baby,” I growled, acknowledging his little demand while simultaneously breaking his grip on me. I turned to face him. “You aren’t behaving.”

Heat radiated between us, and not just from the steam. Noah winked.

“When do I ever?”

He had a point there.

I watched, imprisoned by desire, as he reached down between us, grabbing his own cock. He stroked himself while he watched me, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t want me to touch you?” He lifted his fist up and down. I could feel his knuckles brushing my thighs as he did. “I’ll touch myself then.”

I took a step back to observe, amused. “Is that supposed to upset me?”

Noah’s little smirk was tugging at my impulse control. “You won’t be able to help yourself.”

He pressed his back into the wall, gazing at me intensely, hand squeezing his cock with slow strokes. His fingers curled around himself, the grip tightening, his forearm flexing. His lips parted and he released a deliberate moan, provoking me. Noah knew my attention was his alone, and his to command.

And hell, his little display was working.

He never broke eye contact with me, but I did, momentarily, observing his throat work as he swallowed. His lips were red from our earlier encounters, and that combined with the heat of the shower steam had his mouth looking entirely irresistible. Those swollen lips parted again, this time relinquishing a moan so deep I knew he wasn’t faking it anymore. He arched his back slightly off of the wall, his hips pushing forward into his own hand.

Fuck me. I wasn’t winning this.

“No,” I snarled, knocking his hand away from himself.

Noah took a breath, his features challenging me with another smirk. “What? You’re not going to let me cum?”

I was about to go completely feral. Noah stepped closer to me, “Then let me touch you,” he purred.