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Her head lolled back beneath the waterfall pouring over them while he worked her with his talented hands. He pressed his palm against her tender clit, and she almost came on the spot.
“Trent,” she moaned. “I’m so close.”
She reached down and wrapped her fingers around him, stroked him.
He growled and retreated. “The bench. Turn around and place your hands on it.”
A shiver of anticipation shot through her. “Yes.” Her legs trembled as she hurried to comply.
While she watched over her shoulder, eager for him again, he grabbed one of the foil packets, tore it open, and rolled it on. Every nerve ending in her body crackled and sparked, and heat pooled low in her belly.
He stepped between her legs, grasped her hips, and she angled up for him.
He drove himself home in one powerful thrust, filling her to bursting. Her breath whooshed out––she was sore from their night of lovemaking, but her inner muscles clenched around his thick, hard length. Welcoming him back inside.
“Camille, you feel so fucking good.” He bent over her, one hand playing with her breast, the other holding her in place while he thrust hard and deep.
Steam from the shower and the sound of their slick, wet skin filled the air. He slid one hand around to where they were connected, and his teeth captured her neck. Her hands dug into the solid stone bench, and he continued his assault with long powerful strokes. Her vision blurred and her legs would have given out if he didn’t have her hips in such a firm grip. The orgasm rippled through her in waves and his name emerged on a scream.
“Camille,” he rasped. He gripped both her hips and increased his pace, going deeper, faster until he followed her over the edge.
Still holding her, he spun them around, so she landed on his lap on the bench. Her eyelids floated shut and she dropped her head against his chest. Their breath came in harsh pants, the only sound now except for the relentless spray from the shower.
“So, wow.” And that’s all she had. For the moment, she was a boneless heap on top of him, unsure if her head was still attached to her body. If she could form a coherent sentence. If she ever needed to again.
She’d had more orgasms with Trent in one extended evening than she had with her ex in the last year. What else had she been missing out on?
His chest rumbled with laughter beneath her. “Wow is right. I don’t know if I can stand up yet.”
Her smile felt smug. “Well, you probably should so we can go back to bed. Because I need a nap after that.” More like a full night’s sleep but who was counting?
He lifted her and set her onto the bench and stood, leaning one hand on the glass wall. “Let me take care of this and then I’m going to wash your hair, wrap you up, and take you back to bed. But we’re ordering room service.”
“I’ll take it. But I get to wash yours too.” She wriggled her fingers. “With a scalp massage.” If she could balance on her shaky legs long enough.
He winked. “Be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
Once they were both squeaky clean, because Trent was thorough, they bundled into bed. Trent ordered an enormous brunch to be delivered in two hours.
They snuggled under the sumptuous covers and once again, he spooned her, one muscular arm wrapped possessively around her waist. The heat of his body, the strength of his embrace, and the sweetness of his words melted her heart. With a happy sigh, she dozed off for a well-deserved nap.
She couldn’t wait to wake up in his arms.
CHAPTER9
Camille tapped one finger against her lips and considered the two cream-colored leather jackets. “Which one do you like better? I can’t decide what to buy my sister.”
“Well, my three sisters made me go shopping with them for years and they would tell you to try them on. Apparently, I have a good eye.” Trent flashed a sheepish grin. “Does your sister look like you?”
Could he be any cuter? Happiness sparkled inside her. “She’s fair like me, with blonder hair, but we’re close in size. And I like your sisters already. Campbell and I couldn’t drag Cameron anywhere near the mall.”
His lips twitched and he handed her the motorcycle-style jacket, his long fingers grazing hers. Awareness sparked up her arm––their chemistry was beyond. She slipped into the buttery soft coat, which fit her perfectly. She smoothed her hands along the supple material and checked herself out in the floor-length mirror.
He whistled through his teeth. “You look like some kind of snow queen. Love that ivory on you.”
“Fetch me my crown, I am the snow queen.” She laughed and flicked one hand toward him.
He bowed. “We’ll go to the tiara store next. But seriously, you should get that jacket.”
