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Twenty-Three
Abby’s skintingled as she started the shower, her body humming in anticipation. Sex had been the last thing on her mind over the past few days, but she should have known her desire for Max wouldn’t stay at bay forlong.
She’d rested. She’d recovered. She’dgrieved.
Now she wanted him insideher.
She turned around to find him standing in thedoorway.
Steam filled the bathroom as she lifted her T-shirt over head and tossed it aside. She reached back to unsnap her bra, keeping her eyes on him as she dropped it to the floor. Then she unzipped her jeans and slid them off her hips along with her underwear, watching the spark in his eyes catch andbuild.
She pulled the elastic out of her hair and felt the strands drop soft and dry onto her bareshoulders.
The room filled with steam as she pulled him inside by the waistband of his pants. Her nipples, already hard, brushed against the cotton of his shirt as she lifted it over his head. She had to resist the urge to gasp when they came in brief contact with his skin as she knelt in front of him. After days of purely platonic contact, she was starving for him, her skin hungry for the familiar sensation of his body and hands andmouth.
She reached up to unzip his jeans, then dropped down and sat back on her heels to pull them off. His cock sprang free, rock hard and standing at rigid attention. A rush of moisture flooded her pussy at the sight of it, her body remembering the drive of him into her, the release guaranteed in his capablehands.
She leaned forward, holding his shaft and leaning her cheek against its taut smoothness. It was soft as satin, the skin stretching tighter as he swelled in herhand.
He was breathing fast, and when she stood, his eyes were half closed, his lips parted. She kissed him, running her tongue along his lower lip, and took hishand.
“Come on. The water’sready.”
He followed her into the shower without question, and she was surprised to find she liked this compliant Max. He was always so forceful, so commanding, and while she was usually more than happy to take orders from him in bed, she couldn’t deny the power of ordering a man like himaround.
It wouldn’t last for long — he would never allow it for long — but he would let her have her way now and then when she had theneed.
And tonight, she had theneed.
They stepped into the walk-in shower, and she slid her arms around his neck and tipped her head back against the water. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of his cock against her stomach, his strong hands on her hips as water streamed through her hair and down herback.
She wanted to stretch the moment, make last the vacuum in which there was no death and betrayal, no grief or loss, no invisible forces pulling the strings of her life. She’d been buffeted by the winds of disaster for too long. Now she wanted to harness its power instead, use it to sail into a future of her ownmaking.
One where she would be in control of herdestination.
She lifted her head and looked at him, the hunger in his eyes sending another shot of heat to hercenter.
He leaned down and covered her mouth with his, nipping at her lower lip and tugging her hips more fully against him. He stroked her mouth lazily with his tongue, taking his time as his hands cupped herass.
She sank into the kiss, parrying with his tongue until the heat at her core flared, hungry andwanting.
“Your turn,” she said, swapping spots with him so that he was under thewater.
She kissed his way down his chest, taking each of his nipples in her mouth and tugging until he groaned, lapping at the water sluicing down his muscled pecs and running like little rivers over the hard plane of hisstomach.
She knelt at his feet, looked up at him, and took his cock in her hands. It pulsed against her palm and he leaned his head back into the water pouring from the showerhead.
She lowered her mouth to his tip, circling it with her tongue before sucking the crown and stroking hisshaft.
“Jesus,Abby…”
His hands rested on the top of her head as she slid her mouth slowly down his length, not stopping until she’d taken every inch of him, until he was hitting the back of her throat and thensome.
He sucked in a breath and she massaged his balls while she held him there, letting her throat open to take him evendeeper.
It wasn’t just for him. Her pussy was wet with desire, with need, withpower.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, stroking while she moved upward with her mouth, circling the tip with her tongue before plunging him back into the moist heat behind herlips.
