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“I need to shower,” she said, getting right to the point. “Do you want to join me?”

“Okay.” He unbuckled his belt. “Do you have a safe place where I can stash my weapon?”

Pulling upon the upper drawer of a highboy against that wall, she pointed. “That can be your drawer.” She watched him place the holster with the gun still in it into the drawer.

Pulling his boots off, then socks, she waited, watching him arrange his things neatly against the wall. His feet were huge, toenails neatly trimmed, and for some reason, that detail pleased her.

She reached for the light switch in the bathroom, hoping that there was no sign of Alphé in there from their shower. Following her into the bathroom, Dave was in awe. “Jeez, this is amazing.”

“It’s just a bathroom,” she said, chuckling.

They undressed, facing each other, not touching yet. He paused for a moment, and unzipped.

“The moment of truth for every guy. Do I live up?”

Dave was a young guy, younger than she’d ever dated before, and everything he did charmed her.

“Let me be the judge of that,” she said, excitement building.

He chuckled, leaning against the wall with one hand while he pulled his right leg out of the jean leg, then switched and pulled the left leg out. “Ta-da!”

Stripped down to her bra and panties, Katrina shook her head, staring at him. “I won’t be able to answer that until the underpants come off.”

That wasn’t actually true. He was already hard, and it was huge.

“You need to catch up to me.”

“If I take my bra off, then we’ll be equal?”

“Correct. But let me take it off.”

“Okay, I guess.”

For some reason, that morning when she dressed, she’d picked a new, white, cotton utility-looking brassiere and her breasts were packed into it, squeezing out the tops and sides. She wasn’t a shy girl, but at that moment, sadly, she wished she were better, younger, thinner. It broke her heart that she never thought she was good enough. Focusing on Dave would help her get past the self-absorption.

She closed her eyes and stood as still as a statue. He took a few steps closer. She could smell him, hair gel and toothpaste and fabric softener, and that added to the appeal. His big, warm hands rested on her shoulders, fingers hooking the straps and dragging them down over her arms. Her breasts sort of sprang out, giving her chills.

“Wow. You’re beautiful.”

“Well, wait. They aren’t quite that perky when the bra is all the way off.”

He turned her around to get the hooks undone. It took him a minute, so she thought maybe the bra removal wasn’t part of his routine with Amber Greely. After turning her back, she opened her eyes and was staring right into his.

Unable to help herself, she threaded her arms around him, her breasts pressed against his chest, and she kissed him, tasting him, wanting him so badly. There was nothing negative about it either, no guilt about Amber or Alphé, just passion.

They pulled each other’s underpants off.

Seeing him, she gasped.Itwas kind of scary. “I didn’t realize,” she said, pointing. “Unleashed, that thing looks dangerous.”

He barked out a laugh. “Right.”

But then he got serious real fast, dropping to his knees. “And this is beautiful,” he groaned.

He didn’t waste any time, his hands on her buttocks, she begged him to wait until she showered, gripping his shoulders, trying not to grunt the feeling was so intense. Pausing long enough for her to turn the water on, she held onto him, reaching into the huge shower stall, turned the faucet for the rain shower, and it came on just like rain.

“All that’s missing is thunder and lightning,” she said.

“I have a feeling we are going to make our own.”

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