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He wanted her to wait until she was ready. Well. Look at that.
She was.
Slowly, slowly, she pulled the curtain back. Then, when even her gentlemanly angel couldn’t resist getting an eyeful of her wet, naked body, Becca grabbed him by the lapels and yanked him into the stall with her.
Raze was an angel. More than that, he was twice her size. No way she could drag him anywhere he didn’t want to go. So even though she pulled him fully dressed into the shower, she knew that he had no arguments since he came along willingly.
Still, she peered up at him. With a coy smile as she lowered her hands, reaching for the first button on his shirt, she said, “I told you I didn’t want to be alone.”
Becca watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed roughly. “You did.”
“And now you’re soaked.”
He never took his eyes off of her tits as he nodded. “I guess I am.”
“I can fix that for you, if you want.”
“What I want?” He shook his head, though he kept on staring. “It’s not about what I want. And Becca, baby, you can do whatever the hell you want with me. I told you, I’m yours.”
She was glad to hear it.
After pressing a quick kiss to his jaw, Becca went to work on his shirt. She undid his buttons, peeling each half of his drenched button-down shirt away from his sculpted chest.
He didn’t say a damn word. He just let her, even helping her by shrugging off the last of it when the soaked sleeves got caught on his wrists.
While Raze did that, Becca reached for his slacks. A quick flick of the button had his pants springing open, the echo of the zipper being drawn down finally enough to rip Raze’s eyes from her chest.
They locked on her face. “Becca. What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious? This is a shower, Raze. I’m wet. You’re wet. I’m naked, so now I’m getting you naked.”
“Yeah?” His voice lowered an octave as he brushed a damp strand of hair away from her cheek. “And then what? I wash your back, you wash mine?”
Becca smiled as she started to tug down his boxers. “You’ll see.”
The soaked material clung to his skin. She was just beginning to think that this seduction might have been better in the bedroom instead of the shower when Raze suddenly offered a hand. With a rough shove, he yanked his boxers down past his balls, revealing an erection that had Becca momentarily stunned.
Only momentarily, though. Because the second she saw that thick, long cock pointing toward her, she knew that she’d made the absolute right decision.
She’d always used to love shower sex. Something told her it would be even more memorable with Raze.
Her voice went throaty as she said, “You’re still not naked, Raze.”
“Guess I’m not,” he grunted, reaching down to pull off the rest of his drenched pants. He made quick work of them before adding his boxers to the growing pile outside of the stall. “There. Now I am. You want to pass me the soap?”
“Not yet,” she said, turning around. “Actually, I think we should get dirty first.”
“Becca?”
She swallowed, hoping like hell that her attempts at a seduction were enough, before she said boldly, “Claim me.”
“What?” The word came out strangled. Probably not the best sign. “Becca, I—”
Too late to turn back now.
“Please, Raze.” She went up on the balls of her feet, bracing her arms against the tile as she lifted her ass. She was achy and empty, and now that she got a glimpse of that gorgeous cock, she absolutely needed it inside of her.
Peering over her shoulder, she saw the way he stared at her ass. A pained expression crossed his face as he reached down, gripping his cock at the base. He gave it a quick stroke, a rough one, almost as if he was willing it to behave.
