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The heat sank into my muscles, making me moan. Tristan's matching moan made me smile. When he stepped away from me, I moved out of the spray as well and opened my eyes.

“Hair first.” He grabbed a bottle of shampoo, squeezed some into his hand, and held it out to me.

I put my palm under it to catch the dollop of shampoo. “Thank you.”

It was hard to concentrate on washing my hair with him across from me, under the second shower head, his body arched and wet, muscles glistening in the light, pink nipples catching the suds from his hair as he rinsed it, and corded thighs shifting. I almost shampooed my hair twice. I had to look away to apply condition.

As I rinsed my hands of conditioner, warm soapy hands slid up my back. Moaning, I leaned into his touch. Tristan took his time, massaging my shoulders, soaping his hands more, and working down my back. He washed my arms and then knelt to wash my legs. When he moved up to my ass, I looked at him over my shoulder.

“Make sure you clean me thoroughly.” I met his startled gaze.

His hands moved inward, fingers delving between my cheeks. “Here?”

“Unless you don't want to.”

Tristan's expression went stern. “It's my responsibility to make sure you're clean.”

His finger prodded me. I angled my hips back and spread my legs. A sharp inhale made me grin. Had he never touched a woman there? A delicious thrill went through me. If he had never touched a woman there, he'd never taken a woman there. I could introduce the seventeen hundred year old man to something new.

Surely, he'd done it before.

I looked over my shoulder again and found him sitting back on his heels, cock twitching and lips parted. Biting my lip to keep from giggling, I reached back and pulled my cheeks apart.

Tristan sucked in a breath and looked up at me. “Are you sure this is okay?”

“I won't tell Seraphel,” I whispered.

Tristan burst out laughing, and the silliness of our position—him kneeling before my ass like a supplicant and me pulling myself open for him—made me laugh too. I let go and turned around.

“Maybe you should wash the rest of me before we go there.”

He nodded, his expression going worshipful as he stared up my body. I handed him the soap, and he rubbed it between his hands, a little of his earlier shock lingering in his parted lips. He soaped my legs, his hands converging at my center, and washed me there with gentle strokes. By the time he stood and soaped up my breasts, I was panting.

“I'd better wash myself while you rinse or we'll never leave this shower.” He started scrubbing himself with rapid strokes.

I chuckled and turned away to rinse myself. I took my time, giving him time to wash, and then stepped out of the spray. He was still rinsing, providing me with a stimulating view of his rear. I went up to him and pressed against his back while I slid my hands over his front to help him rinse.

Head lolling back, Tristan moaned. We moved back, out of the water, and I snatched the soap from the ledge. After making a thick lather, I soaped his shaft, slowing moving up and down before rubbing his tip. Tristan's hips moved forward in a silent plea.

I worked him firmly, my thumb squeezing his pink tip. Suds blossomed and overflowed my hand. I admired how arousing he looked covered in bubbles, and stroked him faster. Tristan pumped into my fist, and I gave up moving it. When his breath grew ragged, I released him and stepped away.

With the air of a predator, Tristan turned to look at me. Gleaming eyes followed my hands as I put the soap away. Turning to let him see, I rubbed the remaining suds over my ass. Tristan groaned as I slid a hand between my cheeks. Over my shoulder, I watched him kneel behind me again. I opened myself and waited.

His fingers rand through the suds, pushing inward until he found me. A fingertip circled my hole before delving in. I gasped as he pulled at my ring of muscles. Should I ask him? It would lose its thrill if he'd done this before? But asking is he'd ever done anal might ruin the moment. God, I was an idiot.

Tristan pushed a finger into me.

I cried out, and he took the encouragement, pushing gently in and out. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, just go slow. And we can't finish this in here.” I looked back at him again. “We need a condom or you could, uh, get bacteria in your, uh...”

Tristan laughed and laid his forehead on my cheek. “I know that much.”

“So, you haven't?”

“No, in the past, it was taboo. Even asking a woman would be seen as lewd.”

I grinned. “Do you want to try it?”