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I kissed her once before letting her push me back. “You invited me upstairs.”

“Last night. I’m discussing the current offense.” Georgia slipped out from under me before I could make another case for staying in bed.

Georgia crossed the small room naked, gathering her hair with both hands as she went. She stopped at the bathroom doorway long enough to glance back.

“I need a shower.”

The invitation in her expression made the statement considerably less practical than it sounded.

I followed her.

Warm steam filled the compact bathroom within minutes. Georgia stepped beneath the spray first, turning her face into the water while it flattened the thick waves of her hair down her back. I reached past her to adjust the temperature slightly cooler, and she opened one eye.

“You just changed my water.”

“It was hot enough to remove skin.”

She made a face at me as she shifted enough to share the spray. Georgia liked hot showers; I had gathered that much.

Sharing it meant there was nowhere to put my hands without touching her.

That arrangement suited me.

For a few minutes we actually did what we had come in to do. Georgia shampooed her hair while I washed, our shoulders and hips brushing whenever one of us shifted position. The closeness kept the heat from last night alive without forcing it anywhere.

Then Georgia turned to rinse.

Water ran over her face, throat, breasts, and stomach while she worked her fingers through her hair. Her eyes remained closed, which gave me no reason to hide the fact that I was watching.

When she opened them, she looked down at my cock and then back up at me.

Her mouth curved.

I reached for her before she could say anything.

Georgia came into my arms with a soft laugh that disappeared beneath my mouth. Her body was slick and hot from the water, her breasts pressing against my chest while her hands moved over my shoulders.

The kiss deepened without any of last night’s buildup. We had already crossed that distance. This morning there was only the easy recognition of what we both wanted and the freedom to reach for it.

I cupped one breast, rolling her nipple beneath my thumb until it hardened. Georgia’s breathing changed, and her hands moved lower over my back as she tilted her face to give me access to her neck.

“Last night ruined any chance of this being a quick shower,” she murmured.

I kissed the place beneath her ear. “You don’t sound upset.”

“I’m adjusting expectations.”

She turned in my arms before I could answer, planting her palms against the wet tile and looking back over her shoulder.

The sight of her sent a hard pulse through my cock.

Georgia shifted her feet apart. “I’m still a little sore, so don’t try to recreate last night.”

“I wasn’t planning to.”

“Good. I want this.”

She pushed her ass back against me.