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Warm water rained out of the nozzle, not that it mattered. The heat Lucas was giving off would have warmed an arctic shower. Holding her hand under the spray, she turned toward him. “Are you going to come in and get me all wet?”

“We both know you already are.” He slipped on the condom and strode into the shower. He was hard and rigid, everywhere from the tightness in his jaw to the hard line of his shoulders to the thick length of him she couldn’t wait to have inside her. “Soft, slick, and waiting for me.”

She couldn’t deny it. Didn’t even want to.

Water clung to his skin as he stared down at her with an intensity that sent a hot wave of desire through her, obliterating the rest of the world outside the shower stall. Never looking away from her, he lifted a hand but instead of touching her, he reached past her to the bar of soap resting in a niche. Amusement glittering in his eyes, he dropped the bar into her hands.

Of all the things he could have done at this moment, passing the soap was the last one she’d expected. She stared at the pale-blue bar and then back up to his vivid aquamarine eyes, made even more so by how the water had turned his dark hair black. “What? You want me to wash your back?”

“And the rest of me, but not my cock.” He grinned.

The smart-ass man actually grinned at her and the glimpse at the ornery side of him just made her nipples pucker to painful points. She didn’t know how, but one way or another she was going to get him back for this, even if she couldn’t keep the smile off her own face.

“So you have a clean kink?”

“No.” The teasing look in his e

yes disappeared, replaced by something hotter, hungrier, and more than a little dangerous. “I want to see how long I can draw this out before you’re begging me to slide my fat length between your slick folds and fuck you until you come so hard you scream my name.”

Playing it a helluva lot cooler than her overheated, desire-drenched body felt, she arched an eyebrow and rubbed the slippery bar between her hands. “The only question is which one of us will be begging for that first.”


Right up until the moment when Ruby rubbed her soap-covered palms down his abs, Lucas knew the answer to that question. As soon as she made contact, though, he realized it was only a matter of time before he couldn’t take anymore of her teasing touches and had her splayed open and pressed against the wet tile.

“What’s this from?” She circled the round scar above his heart.

“Hazing.” He could still smell the burning flesh and taste the blood from where he’d bit down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from uttering even the slightest groan of pain.

Her eyes rounded. “The Silver Knights do that?”

“No, the gang I joined in secondary school did.” In his neighborhood, it was the best route for survival, so he’d taken it. And if it hadn’t been for a short stint in juvenile detention, he would have probably died in that gang.

“And this one?” Her thumb traced down the three-inch jagged scar along his rib cage before following it up with a trio of butterfly kisses.

“Not dodging in time.” Good thing he’d learned fast or that first mission with the Elskov special forces would have been his last.

Her hands wandered down to his hips where her fingertips came close enough to his straining cock to make it ache but not enough to do anything about it, because for once, she was following his orders. The irony wasn’t lost on him even as he fisted his hands to keep from reaching out for her. If he could touch her without ending up on his knees begging, he would, but that wasn’t going to happen.

So instead of being able to distract her with a caress, he let her turn him around so his back was to her. Might as well get it over so he wouldn’t scare her later. He knew the moment she saw his last birthday present from his mother. She let out a soft gasp and sketched a finger over the belt-width scar tissue that crossed from one shoulder to his spine.

“And this?” Anger and sympathy mixed together so completely in two simple words, but no pity.

“Another time.” He forced the dark memories back into the hole they’d crawled out of and focused on the woman in behind him. “Are you going to soap up your favorite parts of my body or will you get the rest of me too?”

Her hesitation hung in the air, and for a second he figured she’d ask for more. Instead, her hands sailed down to his ass and she cupped both cheeks in her firm grip, sending a shot of lust straight to his dick.

“I think they’re all my favorite parts.” She slid her hands around to his hips and closed the space between them so her full tits pressed against his back. Her light touch was an agonizing glory against his skin. “I love these V lines you have above your hips.” She walked her fingers down his thighs, every nerve in his body reacting in sync to her touch. “And these, fuck, a girl could spend her day just admiring them.” Back up went her clever fingers to his abs as she kissed her way up his spine. “You should consider hiring these out for people to do their laundry on. And this…” Fast as lightning she encircled him and gripped him tight and snug. “Might be my most favorite one of all.”

The slow stroke she followed her words up with, going from the base to his swollen head and then swiping her slick thumb over the drop of pre-come on the slit, made him go momentarily blind. The woman was good, too good. Another few seconds and he’d be begging her. That wasn’t how he’d planned to have this play out.

Ignoring his body’s protests and the utter lunacy of the act, he unwrapped her fingers from around his shaft. “You’re not playing by the rules.”

She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and looked up at him through her thick eyelashes. “I think you get off on teasing me.”

God did he. Watching that heated flush crawl up her skin and the way her nipples pebbled did something to him. Seeing her pleasure was almost as big a turn on as watching her go down to her knees in front of him and lick her lips before taking him into her tempting mouth.

“There are benefits to drawing things out and slowing them down.” And he was quickly forgetting each and every one of them.


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