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Lulled by the sound of the spray, he might have fallen asleep standing up—a testament to how tired his mind and body were—but a small sound caught his ear, and he stilled, glancing to the side.
Someone was there.
Suddenly alert, Cooper jerked his head up, and then a slow, wicked grin slid across his face when he realized who that someone was. Morgan.
His grin widened. She was undressing.
Letting his head fall back, he tried to relax, but already his body was responding to the thought of her. He glanced down at his awakening cock and clamped his jaw shut.
The door slid open behind him, and he quivered in anticipation, telling himself to take it slow. But that thought flew out the window when her small hands slid across his back and then around his midsection in a hug.
“Long way to come for a shower,” he murmured, turning his head to the side. He was immediately rewarded with a glimpse of creamy skin and long, wet ropes of silky dark hair.
“It is.” She kissed his back. “And I’ve already had one.”
Just the sound of her voice had his cock twitching, and Cooper gave up all pretense of trying to hold back. With a growl, he turned around, gaze moving hungrily over her curves.
“Sweets, there is no pleasure in showering alone.” His hands cupped her breasts. “Just sayin’.”
Her eyes sparkled, and a soft smile played around the edges of her mouth. His thoughts went immediately south. He wanted that mouth, so he bent lower. He wanted it now.
Cooper swept his lips across hers, his mind and body wide awake and raring to go. No longer was he tired and spent or hungover. He was tight and ready and hard as rock. Just like that, one touch from Morgan, and he was a new man.
He pulled her against him, loving the way the water slid across her skin as his hands zipped around back and cupped her ass. He pressed his erection into her stomach while he parted her lips with his tongue.
She tasted like heaven, and he kissed her like he was starving. What was it about this woman and her mouth? She whimpered beneath him, and he kneaded her ass, thrusting against her with an urgent need that made him ache.
She kissed him back, her passion real and raw—nothing about Morgan was staged. There wasn’t a coy or calculating bone in her body. Their tongues tangled and danced, and when he would have sunk his fingers inside her, she wouldn’t let him.
Morgan became the aggressor, and he smiled as she pushed him back against the tiles. She looked like an Amazon, all sinewy legs and that long tangle of wet hair falling across her breasts.
Hmmm. Her breasts. He reached for one, and she groaned as his fingers teased the tip, then hissed when he pressed harder. He would have followed up with his mouth, but she shook her head, and in that moment, the power she wielded was something fierce.
Cooper fucking loved it.
“No touching,” she said throatily as her hands trailed across his chest.
His eyebrow shot up, and she grinned wickedly. “No touching for you.”
“Doesn’t seem fair.”
“Just wait.” Her reply was heated, her eyes sultry. “What does this mean?” she asked, leaning forward and sliding her tongue across his taut ab. His tattoo glistened as the water rolled over it, and he tensed, his erection more than a little painful.
“A tattoo.”
“I see that.” Her tongue flicked over him again. “What does it mean?”
“You really want to do this now?”
“Sure do.” She traced the bold, black lines, her touch light, and he snarled as his gut tightened with pleasure.
“My father loved to draw.”
“He was talented.” Her damn tongue was going to be the death of him.
Voice thick, Cooper continued, his gaze glued to the woman before him. “He was. Not many people knew that. A couple of years ago, on his birthday, Maverick and I got drunk and went to a tattoo parlor, where we proceeded to get drunker. I woke up with this, but Rick wasn’t so lucky.”
Her fingers still trailed the lines down his side, and he groaned when she bit him.
