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sleeping next to me. A peaceful expression covers his face. I revel in how wonderful I feel. Doubt barges into my head in a panic. What if this was a one-night occurrence ? Now that he’s gotten what he wanted, will he even talk to you when you see him from across the street? Will I have to look out the window every time I want to leave the house, just to avoid him? This was a bad idea. I look at Dylan. His peaceful expression is blissful. But it was incredible, wasn’t it?
    It certainly was, but I need to proceed with caution. What’s going to happen now? I don’t need another failed situation. I still haven’t completely recovered from the last one.
    Trying not to move too much so that I don’t wake Dylan, I ease myself out of the bed and scurry to the bathroom. On the way, I pick up his tee shirt from the floor and put it on. Meshed in the fibers of the cotton are the scent of his cologne and him. Mmmmm!
    While in the bathroom, I look in the mirror. The features on my face are relaxed, happy, but my hair is wild. I search the cabinet for a hairbrush to tame the haystack on top of my head. Then use my finger with some toothpaste to make my breath less offensive.
    Upon my return Dylan is lying with his head propped up on his elbow. Big brown eyes greet me. “Good morning.” His voice jump-starts my desire.
    “Good morning,” I return .
    “You look much better in that shirt than I do.” A devilish grin spreads across his face.
    The comment makes me feel sexy, wanted, playful. “Are you sure? I could take it off if it doesn’t suit you.”
    He smiles. “Well then, it doesn’t suit me.”
    With my fingertips, I grab it from the bottom and pull it off my body. His breath hitches as I stand before him soaked in the rays of the morning light that filter from the window. He reaches out to me. I take his hand. When we connect, the energy between us hums to life. He pulls me onto the bed and before I know it, his mouth is on me and we begin a replay of the previous night.
    Warm water ru ns down my back as I cover my body in soap. I don’t want to wash him off of me, but I’m sweaty. I pour a small amount of his shampoo, the smell that causes my heart to flutter, into my hand and lather my hair. A tingle ignites the flame inside me as he presses his firm body up against my back.
    “Let me do that.” His voice is stimulating in my ear. I want to turn to face him, but his hands are on my shoulders, massaging them.
    I close my eyes and roll my head to the side to allow him broader access as I try to harness the myriad of sensation that’s taking over. He kneads the tension out of my muscles. “Mmmmm,” I moan. “That feels good.”
    Gentle lips replace his hands and he trails kisses down my soapy neck. My blood begins the coaster ride. Slippery hands glide down my body and cup my breasts. My back is against his chest and his erection presses against my behind.
    I reach for the bottle of shampoo. Squeezing an ample amount into my palm, I rub my hands together, causing it to lather and foam. Then I turn toward him and massage my fingers through his hair. Suds slide down his shoulders, back and chest. My hands move over the bubbles, following their path. He leans his forehead into mine. Our eyes lock.
    My hand lowers and reaches around him. He’s firm. A low moan escapes him. I tighten my grip slightly and his breath hitches. And slowly I move up and down his impressive length. His eyes close and his mouth opens to accommodate his heavy breathing. Water sprays over us, causing the suds to disappear down the drain . I sink to my knees and grab his hips. Using my tongue I follow the hairline from his belly button down to his erection. The water is beating down on us. I look up at him through my lashes. He’s staring at me, waiting. He moans as I place my mouth over him.
    I tighten my lips around his generous size before I pull back. He gasps and I cover him again. His fingers mesh in my hair as I move him in and out