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Reaching down, I slid my finger along her seam as the water continued to rain down over us. She arched into me, and I reveled in how wet she was. It wasn’t from our shared shower time. I did that to her. And fuck if that wasn’t a good feeling. “Tell me you want this,” I groaned. Damn, I needed this woman.

Her hand skimmed between our bodies. Long fingers flew over my abdomen to the ink at my side. She paused there for a moment before sliding her hand down to cover mine. Eyes never leaving mine, she murmured, “Make me forget the last twenty-four hours, Jack.” Then her long lashes swept down, hiding my view of her eyes as she added, “Make me forget the last eleven years, too.”

My forehead dropped to hers, and I stilled my hand between her legs. “I don’t think it’s possible to fuck away our problems, sweetheart,” I admitted, my tone rougher than I’d intended. Desire was coursing red-hot through my veins, drowning out my concerns for Peeping Toms on the mountainside or possible bad guys en route.

“Are you sure?” Her voice cracked.

Damnit. I wanted to scoop her in my arms and steal her away to some place safe from the chaos of our situation. But that’d be running, and she said things had changed. We just needed to clear her name so she could live again.

“Charley . . .” I pulled back as her eyes fluttered open and gorgeous blue-green irises stared back at me.

She rested her hand on my cheek and licked her lips. “Then make love to me and promise me everything will be better soon.”

“Make love,” I echoed back. Damn Cupid and his fucking arrow. There was absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman.

Trade my life for hers? Without a second thought.

Kill for her? Done. Planned to do it again.

Fuck her senseless against the window and forget the outside world existed? You bet your ass.

“Yes, make love,” she repeated, tears joining the water droplets from the shower on her cheeks. “I have an IUD. I’m safe.”

“Same.” My lips tipped into a slight smile and her giggle tripped my brain back to reality. “Not the, uh, IUD part. The other thing. Safe.”

She copied my smile, her one dimple on full display. “I don’t know how much time we have, so . . .” She walked her hand back up between our bodies and set it over my heart while she continued to palm my cheek with her other, staring into my eyes.

I knew deep down in my gut she was my “when you know, you know” girl. I finally understood how the guys on the team felt when they described their feelings about their wives. It was still a lot to take in given the short amount of time we’d spent together. Though, we’d packed a lot into that one night in South Africa, as well as a lot in the last few days. I didn’t want to scare her away by being too intense.

We both flinched at a hard knock at the door, followed by Jesse yelling, “There’s been a change in plans. Meet us downstairs in five minutes!”

I closed my eyes and snapped out, “Roger.” My team were a bunch of unapologetic cock blockers. Couldn’t the “change in plans” news wait until after I gave my woman what she needed?

Charley gripped my biceps and rasped, “How fast can you come?”

My eyes flew open, and my heart raced as she reached between us and fisted my cock. “How does zero to sixty sound?” I teased, thinking back to her Gone in 60 Seconds driving skills from the night before. “See, bad jokes. Can’t help myself.”

Her tongue poked between her lips, a slight taunt. “Not so bad. Kind of adorable, in fact. How about you make love to me later and fuck me fast and furiously now.”

I see where this is going. Her play on words drew a laugh from me. And I’d happily give her the owner’s manual to not only my jokes but to my heart, mind, and body. “Roger that,” I said hoarsely, then set my mouth over hers, stealing a kiss I wanted to last a lifetime. But the countdown was on. The hourglass had been flipped, and I wanted her to get off before anyone else came knocking.

Letting go of my cock, she buried her fingernails into my biceps, drawing her body flush to mine. Rotating her hips, my throbbing dick rubbed against her core and the feel of her slick heat was heavenly.

I slid my hand down her thigh and hiked up one of her legs to wrap around my waist, opening her up as I buried my fingers between the folds of her pussy. Wrapping my other hand back around to her ass, I squeezed tight before finding and circling her bud with my finger. Fervently strumming her clit, I applied a little pressure to her tight hole, and I swore the moan that unleashed from her lips could be heard in the fucking mountains beyond the window she was pressed against.

I captured her lips, swallowing that moan, and I knew exactly what I needed to do in order to pull that coveted orgasm from my woman. “I’m going to devour your pussy first,” I told her, my lips nearly catching hers as I spoke. Her blown pupils confirmed exactly what I’d thought. Dirty talk was perfect foreplay. “Then I’m going to fuck you against this window while you come. You’ll ride my cock through your orgasm. That work for you?”

She blinked a few times, then confirmed her answer with a nod, eyes wide with anticipation.

My attention was drawn to the drops of water rolling down her chest between her full tits. Unable to stop myself, I cupped her breasts and gently squeezed. Lowering my head, I licked the water from her breasts, swirling my tongue around each nipple before dropping my gaze lower.

God, her body was incredible. Her stomach was perfectly soft. Full hips to grab hold of, and her ass was on another level of fuck-me amazing.

But those eyes. That smile. And the way she laughed and hit me back with jokes was what sent me over the edge.

“We’re probably down to four minutes, mister.” She playfully bit her lip again, the little tease.

I captured her sassy mouth with mine, tongues meeting, dueling, forging an even deeper connection between us.

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