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Holding her gaze, he reached for her, raking his fingers through her hair, and drew her slowly closer until his lips met hers. She tensed but didn’t resist. After a few seconds, she relaxed into him and responded with desire matching his. A sigh of relief escaped, and Luke mentally cataloged the incident for another time. Even so, anger still simmered deep down. Someone had used sex to hurt her. He’d bet on it, and his money was on Jen’s father. They’d never spoken of him, yet Sally had managed to convey to Luke that the topic wasn’t open for discussion. Sooner or later, he’d convince her to talk to him, and if he found that the man who’d fathered Jen had put the look of fear in Sally’s eyes in a moment that should be comprised of complete trust—heaven help him.
Luke plucked another washrag from the rack and slowly covered it with soap. Sally watched him, biting her bottom lip.
“Turn around, sunshine.” He breathed the words against her ear.
A shudder passed quickly through her, and she complied with a nervous squeak.
Luke grinned in response. Wrapping one arm around her to hold her in place, he started with her neck and shoulders, rubbing the soapy rag from left to right.
“Raise your arms.” She complied without hesitation and, looking over her shoulder, he glimpsed the smile that turned up the corner of her mouth as he spread soap from the tip of one hand, across her breasts to the other.
She giggled and bent forward when he got to her ribs, stomach and the sensitive skin at the apex of her legs. He had to bite back an expletive when her sexy backside brushed the length of his hard-on.
“Spread your legs.”
Sally straightened, pushing her hair back from her face, and slid one foot over about six inches.
“More.” Luke nipped her earlobe and soothed the bite with his tongue.
“What? No.”
“Do it.” Luke kissed the pulsing vein in her neck, bending her sideways until her legs parted to keep her balance. “Good girl. Now, don’t move.”
“Um…you’ve gotten a little bossy, sailor.”
He brought the soapy rag down her back and across the cheeks of her delectable ass, eliciting a shiver from her, but she stood her ground. Stepping around in front of her, he knelt. “Grab my shoulders.”
“I’m okay.”
“Suit yourself.” Luke soaped the rag again, slowly, enjoying the view from his position. His eyes on her, he finished bathing her legs from thighs to toes, paying close attention to her hair-covered mound and the slickness of her folds. Her breath had picked up over the past few minutes, as had the pulse in her neck, and her dark eyes watched his every move. He tugged her farther under the spray of water and let his hands slide over her silken skin as the soap suds ran off her in foamy rivulets.
He leaned toward her, placing his mouth over the swollen kernel at her core and sucked. Sally arched into him even as his name tore from her throat. Her legs gave out, and he caught her in his arms as she collapsed. He slid down to sit on the bottom of the compact shower stall with her on his lap while she trembled under the force of her climax. The way she responded to his touch…his kiss…his voice in her ear…was so damn hot.
After a few minutes, Sally’s hand came up to cover her face. “You have to stop doing that.”
Luke nuzzled her ear. “Is that really what you want?”
“Yes. No. No, of course not. But you could warn me.”
Luke barked out a laugh. Then he leaned over her. “We’re running short on hot water. Besides, I forgot to grab a condom, and I’m not done yet. I want to be inside you. Are you ready?” He breathed the words against her mouth.
She pulled him closer. “I’m always ready for you.”
Her words wrapped a layer of warmth around his heart. They sounded closer to permanent than anything she’d said so far. He’d already decided he wouldn’t give her up without a fight…and he could fight dirty if he had to, but it’d be the answer to his dreams if she wanted him badly enough to make fighting unnecessary.
He helped her out of the shower, towel drying her tenderly, and then she did the same for him. When he couldn’t wait another second, he scooped her up, strode to the bed and tossed her onto the soft mattress. Ripping open the waiting condom, he rolled it on and crawled to the center of the bed.
“Care to make a little wager?” Luke braced himself over her, enjoying the instant challenge in her eyes.
“What kind of wager?”
“I bet you’ll have a second orgasm before I have one.”
“Oh, please. Thatwouldbe some kind of a feat, considering I’m still breathless from the last one.”
His muscles flexed as he shifted to bury himself in her warmth, the action sending a tremor through his body and producing a comfortable feeling of being home. He gritted his teeth and pushed deep. “Have a little faith, sunshine. I bet I can make you come all night long.”
Sally tipped her head back and considered him with what appeared to be doubt. “Big words, sailor.”
