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she said, breathing a sigh of disappointment and relief. What a weird mixture.
    What if you win and it crushes him …?
    Jill froze but shook the thought away and lost herself in a kiss instead. ‘Take me,’ she said. Meaning to the shower, but the other way too.
    He nodded succinctly, turned on the water and managed to get her out of her socks and bra without fucking her right there against the wall. She knew he was feeling that way because she was feeling that way and the invisible sizzle of energy that ping-ponged between them was palpable.
    Jill stepped under the warm spray. And just the night before she’d been in here nervous and soap covered. Alone. Now she pressed her back to the wall to make room for the wall of muscled man stepping in after her. 
    ‘Turn around,’ he growled. 
    He knew her secret. That she truly got off from being taken from behind. That the feel of a man handling her and penetrating her that way added so much to the erotic experience it made her mouth go dry and her nipples peak just to think about it.
    She turned and a shuddery breath snaked out of her as he kneed her legs apart and reached between her legs to test her. He slid a single finger into her pussy and moved it in a small circle. ‘Nice and wet. Primed,’ Cole said, his words raining down on her from above just like the warm water they stood in.
    He pulled back and turned her, manoeuvring her in the small space so that she stood under the hot spray. ‘What are you doing?’
    ‘Getting you clean before I get you dirty. We both have the stink of stress and fear and war on us.’
    ‘Oh.’ But the confusion died off the moment he started to massage some sweetly scented shampoo into her long hair. The braids had left her hair a wavy mess and with each rush of hot water along her scalp the waves faded along with the tension of the day. 
    ‘I like the way you look wet,’ he said above the humming rush of water. Cole nuzzled her neck and pinched her nipples when they stood at attention. Then he tilted her head back to rinse it. When all the fragrant soap bubbles slid from her hair he bent to suck her nipples into his hot mouth. His tongue seared her skin the way the heated water couldn’t and as he suckled one, he pinched the other tender disc of flesh.
    ‘I could fuck you until your knees buckle right here,’ he said.
    ‘But?’ she gasped. ‘Problem?’
    Their eyes met, his that startling storm-blue in the dim bathroom light. Outside a storm had started to rage and Jill wondered about the power when the overheads seemed to dim further for a moment. 
    ‘No condom,’ he sighed. ‘I forgot. You scrambled my brain.’
    She grabbed his face in her hands, water beading on his cheeks and her fingers. ‘You look so different without your glasses.’
    ‘It’s called sorta blind.’ He smirked. Tried to kiss her. But Jill pulled back.
    ‘Can you see me?’
    ‘Yeah, babe. I’m far-sighted,’ he said and touched her nipples and then wrapped his hands to her wet waist.
    His cock jutted out hard and true and she took him in hand keeping her eyes locked on his bright ones. ‘I am clean. I mean clean-clean. I haven’t been in a relationship – sexual or otherwise – for over six months. I was checked at my last yearly. Cleaner than the proverbial whistle.’ She swallowed hard and rushed on. ‘And if you are … and tell me you are … I will trust you and we can just …’ 
    Jill squeezed the length of him hard enough to steal the air from his lungs. She heard it slip out of him and it almost made her laugh. That powerful rush of an aroused man under her hand.
    He stilled, it felt like his eyes were staring into her instead of at her. Examining all the small secrets hidden there and sliding along her soul. She trembled even in the heat of the water. 
    ‘Turn around,’ he said, his voice a low rumble.
    ‘I –’
    ‘One year. One year. I haven’t been with a woman in over a year. Not since before I got sober. When I