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Darcy brushed her bangs from her eyes. There’d be time to talk later. Maybe he should get some sleep too, and wake her up before their four hours were over and she called her friend.
    Besides, he was determined to have a round two.

Chapter Four
    Ladies, don’t forget that a man can be charming when he’s trying to get into your panties. That doesn’t mean he’ll be the same the next morning. A vibrator is less of a pain in the ass.
    —PC, Sexcapades — sex advice for women
    A vibrator won’t buy you coffee in the morning.
    —D. Williams, Mantastic — advice for REAL men
    Petra bolted upright in bed, wondering why she wasn’t wearing her pajamas. After a few blinks the evening came back to her in a rush. She’d been at the party and she’d met Darcy. She remembered laughing with him before falling into bed for the best sex of her life . Sexy, funny and sweet Darcy.
    So where was he?
    She slid from bed when she realized it wasn’t rain she heard, but the water running in the bathroom. A quick glance at the clock told her it was nearly nine-thirty, which left her an hour and a half before she had to check in with Alice. Plenty of time to surprise Darcy in the shower.
    She’d done a blog post on shower sex a few months ago, but it had been pure research. She’d had so few serious relationships that the opportunity for something like this hadn’t come up. Sean certainly hadn’t been into anything beyond missionary sex, and even that he’d been hypercritical of.
    No, that asshole didn’t deserve a single thought. Especially not when she had a prime piece of man, wet naked man, in the next room. She couldn’t even compare the two.
    A dull thud echoed, followed by Darcy muttering something. The words were drowned out, but he’d clearly dropped something. Soap maybe. As he was running his hands over his wet skin and taut muscles. Maybe scrubbing his fingers through his pubic hair...
    Petra was standing outside the bathroom door. Could she really do it? Another lesson, a practical application to her sex advice to see how close to the mark she’d gotten?
    She opened the door. The moist air clung to every surface in the bathroom. Heated vapor clung to her skin, making her nipples hard, and gathered on her eyelashes. Darcy’s shadow moved behind the fogged-up glass door, but he was fairly silent as he scrubbed himself down. Shit, how did a girl go about instigating shower sex with a one-night stand?
    Just do it.
    Petra poked her head around the door in time to see Darcy lean over, his more than perfect ass wiggling in front of her. Well shit, if she didn’t have reason before to get in, there was her incentive. Without a word she slipped into, carefully positioning herself behind him.
    “Pass me the soap.” Her voice was loud in the enclosed space.
    Darcy half turned to look at her, a smile playing on his lips. “Nice of you to join me.”
    “I’d hate to waste what little time we had left. Besides, I’ve always wanted to have shower sex.”
    Darcy was a tall man. She hadn’t been intimidated by him in their brief few encounters. But with the small space, the warm water, and what felt like miles of skin, Petra’s nerves kicked in at full force. Darcy smiled and handed her the too small bar of soap.
    “Thanks.”
    Her hair was a disaster. The previously beautiful up-do was nothing more than a mess of loops and curls. With a little careful shuffling, Petra found herself under the spray. It only took a minute for her hair to be soaked.
    “Turn around.” Darcy’s voice had grown husky, showing his arousal as much as the erection that now dug into her hip did.
    With the water beating down on her chest, Petra was forced to close her eyes to keep it from blinding her. The unexpected bonus was the inability to see what Darcy was about to do. She jumped at the first press of his fingers against her scalp. He continued to massage the shampoo into her hair, digging into muscles she hadn’t realized were