And froze. His hands clenched unconsciously into fists and a hand squeezed his gut with every heavy beat of his heart. Steam had slightly misted the glass shower door, but he could still see Serena’s silhouette through the fog. Her back was to the tap, her head thrown back and her hands lifted to her head as she slowly rinsed his shampoo from her hair. Her back was arched, her perfect br**sts thrust forward and her ni**les peaked as water cascaded slowly down her br**sts to her stomach and lower still to the dark, sexy nest of her pubic hair. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open.

Kevin’s c**k hardened to the point of obsession and he fought to hold back a groan of absolute lust. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen and he would die if he couldn’t be inside her again. Soon.

Without giving himself time to think, without worrying about the consequences, Kevin slid open the door to the oversized shower and slipped silently inside. Serena’s eyes flew open, startled, worried, and instinct took over. He pulled her gently into his arms, cradling her head against his neck as his hands slid slowly up and down her back. She stood stiffly against him for a minute before the soothing rhythm of his hands slowly penetrated the fear battering her.

Kevin felt Serena relax against him and the tightness in his chest slowly eased. They could still fix this. If he took things slow and easy, if he didn’t startle her or make her nervous, it would be okay. He took a deep breath, ignored his throbbing c**k and slid his hands gently into her wet hair.

Serena gasped as Kevin softly guided her head back under the spray, his fingers gently massaging the remaining shampoo from her hair. He stroked her scalp soothingly, fingers sliding softly through each section of her hair. He reached for another bottle, his big body still sheltering hers as he squeezed a small amount of conditioner onto his palm.

She sighed and allowed her eyes to drift shut as she savored the feel of Kevin’s strong, talented hands slowly rubbing conditioner into her hair. His long, beautiful fingers gently rubbed her scalp in a circular motion, setting every nerve ending in her body on fire. He nudged her and she obligingly tilted her head back so that the warm water could slowly stream over her head and down her body again. His fingers continued their talented massage and her ni**les tightened, despite the warm water cascading slowly over her shoulders and down her br**sts.

When her hair had finally been rinsed clean, Kevin rubbed a bar of soap between his hands and slowly began to lather up her body. His talented fingers slid down her neck, over the slope of her shoulders to the small of her back, before slipping around to tickle her belly button, setting the charms of her belly ring jangling. He gently skimmed her rib cage before stopping and slowly, oh so slowly, cupping her br**sts.

“When did you get that?” he asked.

“Get what?”

“The belly ring. I love it.”

Serena sighed, leaned into him for support. “Sandra and I got them done on our sixteenth birthday. I’ve kept mine because—because it helps me remember how things used to be. It’s a connection between us—the only one that’s left.”

“Oh, bebe,” he sighed. “You’ve had such a rough time of it.”

She stiffened against him. “I don’t want your pity.”

He pulled away, looked down at her. “Pity? I don’t pity you. I couldn’t. I admire you.”

She snorted. “Yeah, right.”

“I do. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.”

Serena shook her head, tried to turn away despite his hands clutching her shoulders. “I’ve been a basket case since you’ve met me.”

“You’ve been in pain.” Lowering his forehead to hers, Kevin pulled her back into his arms. “There’s a huge difference.”

“But—”

“Sssh, bebe. Later. We’ll talk later.”

He reached between them, used his thumbs to gently flick her nipples. Serena moaned before she could stop herself. It felt so good, so incredibly good, to have Kevin’s sensitive artist’s hands on her body. To have him touch her in the most mundane and the most secret places.

He continued to stroke her br**sts and Serena arched into him, her lower body pressing suddenly against his erection. She felt him stiffen, heard the sudden increase in his breathing and smiled. It was good to know that she affected him as crazily as he affected her.

“Serena.” Kevin’s voice was husky, low and warning. Her scent was wrapping itself around him—a combination of his shampoo and her own spicy sweetness that was driving him out of his mind. He’d never been the possessive type, but something about Serena covered in his scent aroused him beyond bearing.

“Hmmm?” she asked, allowing her own hands to slide sensuously up his back. She hooked her hands behind his neck and pressed tightly against him. She loved the feel of his chest against her nipples, his long, hard c**k against her thighs. She tried to remember why she’d escaped to the shower, why this incredible pleasure had seemed like a bad idea. But as Kevin’s hands cupped her ass and lifted her flush against him, her ability to reason deserted her.

“Inside,” she murmured, her hands slipping from his neck to cup his face as she fastened her lips to his. “I want you inside me. Now.”

Kevin pulled away gently, his blue eyes gleaming devilishly as he eased her to the ground. “No.”

“No?” Serena tried to focus on what he was saying, but his hands felt so good as they toyed with her nipples. He pinched them slightly between his thumb and index finger as he leaned down to blow a stream of hot air across the tight ruby buds. “What—what do you mean?” she asked, breathlessly, her knees threatening to collapse beneath her.

He chuckled. “I mean no.” He rinsed the last of the soap from her aching body, turned her slightly. “We did it your way a little while ago. Now we do it my way.” He eased her down onto the shower bench directly across from the spray.

Serena jerked as her overheated body sank onto the cool marble seat. She started to protest, but Kevin had sunk to his knees, spreading her legs and situating himself between her thighs. “What are you doing?” she asked, watching as he slowly lifted her foot and pressed his mouth to the inside of her ankle.

“Whatever I want, cher.” His tongue slid tenderly up the side of her foot until he reached her toes. He looked up, his intense blue eyes holding her own as he slowly slipped her toe into his mouth and began to suck.

Serena’s eyes widened and she instinctively tried to pull her foot away. But he wrapped a hand around her ankle and held her heel firmly against his chest as he continued his tender ministrations. His tongue slowly stroked the bottom of her toe even as his mouth continued the intensely erotic sucking. She could feel each pull deep in her womb, could feel hot liquid pool between her thighs as longing so intense it bordered on pain took control of her body.

She was helpless, caught by the intensity of his eyes, lost to the black magic of his mouth. Serena tried desperately to hold on to the shattering remnants of her control but everything was fading beneath Kevin’s touch. Not again, she told herself, even as her head rolled back on her neck. She wouldn’t loose control again, she promised, even as her eyes closed and her body arched on the hard bench.

Though it was slight, Kevin felt her sudden withdrawal and grinned. She could try to hold out as long as she wanted, but he knew her. He knew the passion that bubbled just under the surface and he was going to find it again, stoke it and shatter her control once and for all.

With the rest of the world she could be as controlled as she wanted. She could be cool, collected, always on top of things. But not with him. He wanted the real Serena, both in and out of his bed. He wanted the Serena she kept hidden away, the one no one else got to see. And he would have her. No matter how many walls he had to break down, no matter how many barriers he had to shatter, he would have her. He grinned again as his tongue traced a leisurely path along the bottom of her foot, enjoying the contrasting tastes of the cool, clean water and the spicy honey of her skin.

He found her arch, swirled his tongue around it before gently sinking his teeth into the smooth indentation. Serena let out a strangled scream, her body arching convulsively against the marble. He grinned and put a hand on her abdomen to keep her in place. Control, his ass. Nobody needed that much control and certainly not when they were making love.

Kevin skimmed his mouth up the inside of her leg, his lips blazing a hot trail over the cool, porcelain skin. He wanted to rush wildly to the prize, to take her cl*t in his mouth and sink his tongue deep inside of her. He wanted to taste her, lick her, bring her to orgasm again and again with his mouth.

She was his and he wanted to claim her, to brand her as his in the most primitive and obvious ways. He’d never felt this way about a woman, had never known this bone-deep connection. He refused to look too deeply at the feelings and focused, instead, on the sizzling hot woman in his arms.

As he felt his own control slipping he fought the overwhelming need to bury his head in the hot pink flesh between her thighs. Within seconds he could be tasting her, making her scream. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly in an attempt to get a grip on himself. He took another deep breath and bent his head back to her insanely beautiful legs. He forced himself to go slow, to savor every inch of her body as his lips caressed her ankle, her calf, the exquisitely sensitive spot at the back of her knee.

He trailed hot kisses along the inside of her thighs, higher and higher until he finally reached her. He inhaled, savoring the sweet jasmine smell of her before placing his mouth as close to Serena’s cl*t as he could without actually touching her. He spread her thighs, pulled her lips apart to expose her gorgeous clit. Then he blew out a long, slow, steady stream of air directly on her.

Serena moaned, high-pitched and desperate, her h*ps bucking wildly against his restraining hand. Her hands reached down, tangled in his hair and tried to bring his lips down to her as she pressed desperately against the hand holding her in place.

“Kevin—”

“What?” he whispered, keeping his lips over her so that the vibration as he spoke would reach her.

She arched again. “Please.”

“Please what?”

She leaned against the glass of the shower, her head thrashing back and forth, unable to say what she wanted. “You know.”

He did, but he refused to get any closer. Her hands were still fisted and though she was powerfully aroused, he could feel the tension of control in each move she made. Her control was strained, her arousal making it harder and harder for her to hold on, but she wasn’t ready to let go. At least not yet.

Smiling grimly, praying his own control was as strong as he thought it was, he licked her clit. Once. Twice. Three times. She began to relax. He felt the tension slowly leave her muscles as she calmed down. She was still aroused, true, but she was calm, convinced her control would not be breached. He licked her one more time, loving the honeyed cinnamon of her, before forcing himself to lift his head.

She whimpered, her brown eyes flying open and finding his. Her eyes were dazed, aroused, and he fought against the powerful reaction just a look from her created inside of him. Clenching his fists, he fought to regulate his suddenly ragged breathing.

He turned, flipped the shower off, grabbed a towel off the door. He wrapped her once-again trembling body in the towel, tenderly drying her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, reaching a shaky hand to his mouth. “Why are we stopping?”

His smile was dark, sensuous against her hand. “We’re not. But the shower was getting cold. I thought you’d be more comfortable in the bedroom.”

He watched her eyes narrow, could see her mind working beneath the suddenly sharp brown eyes. He even knew the second she reached a conclusion satisfactory to her.

“No condom,” she said.

He raised his eyebrows, stopped in the motion of toweling himself dry. “Excuse me?”




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