The water kicked on. Steam filled the air. Ronin had been in the glass enclosure for a couple of minutes before she slipped in, plastering her body to his.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” he said, vigorously shampooing his hair.

“No, you won’t.” Nestling her face against his chest, she ran her fingertips up and down his sides.

“Amery—”

“Why won’t you look at me?”

“What? I’ve looked at you.”

“Not since earlier. Right after you saw—”

Ronin whirled around and faced the water. Rivers of bubbles raced down the hard planes of his shoulder blades and arrowed into the dip in his spine, between his bu**ocks.

Wasn’t like him to be intentionally rude, but turning his back to her seemed dismissive.

Amery snagged her loofah. Using the bubbles still coursing down his back, she began to draw small circles from his left shoulder to his right. His golden skin didn’t have any freckles or moles. No past or present blemishes that marred his muscled flesh. He had a few scars here and there. But mostly he was just beautiful.

And that ass. The man had an ass to die for. Not too much of a bubble butt, not too flat, those taut muscles creating a perfect mix of round and hard.

In a split second, Amery went from ogling his ass to ogling his cock.

His fully erect cock.

She glanced up at him.

But his eyes wouldn’t meet hers. They were too busy assessing the marks and bruises on her face. “Did you put ice on your eye to keep the swelling down?”

“Really, Ronin? I’m naked, touching your naked body, and you’d rather swap first aid tips?”

His eyes were so bleak when he finally looked at her.

Amery moved forward until his c**k brushed her belly and her ni**les touched his chest. “You’re failing my test.” He didn’t retreat, which was a good sign.

“What test is that?”

“You asked me to move in with you. And my answer will be a solid no if you deny me shower sex whenever I want it.”

“All it will take for you to move in with me is one round of shower sex?”

She twined her arms around his neck. “Yes. We’ve never done it in your shower. Maybe the reason is because your technique is lacking or something. So I can’t fully commit to living with you unless I’m assured you are up for getting down and dirty when we’re getting clean in the shower.”

“I feel dirty right now.”

Not the type of answer she wanted. “Talk to me.”

Ronin rested his forehead to hers. “I hate that someone hurt you.”

“I hate that you decided to punish yourself for someone hurting me. You could offer to kiss it and make it better.”

“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you if I kiss you.”

“So pin me against the shower wall and f**k me. Kiss me next time. And the time after that. And talking hurts more than anything because my teeth rub—”

“On the underside. Then your tongue keeps going to that sore spot and making it worse.” He feathered kisses over the side of her mouth that wasn’t swollen. Then he lightly slipped the tip of his tongue across the seam of her lips, tasting the bruised skin on the inner rim, showing utmost tenderness.

Then he was backing her into the tile wall.

Steam swirled around them. Water spattered against his back.

“Bruises on your beautiful neck. That kills me.” Soft, wet kisses followed the arc of her throat, and he followed the sweetness with heat, gifting her with a shiver-inducing pass of his warm breath on the spots he’d just kissed.

“Ronin, I’m fine.”

“I’m not fine. Not even f**king close to fine.”

“Then let’s make it fine. Better than fine.” Amery reached between them and jacked his shaft until he hissed with pleasure. “Good. I just want to make sure you’re as pumped for this as I am.”

He groaned against her throat when she repeatedly rubbed her thumb over the sweet spot beneath the head. “I am. Grab the shower bar.” Ronin slipped his hand behind her knee and pressed it into the wall. “Lift your leg. Higher. Come on. You practice yoga.”

There was her bossy man. She kept her eyes on his face as he raised her thigh so her kneecap was parallel to her shoulder.

“Hang on to me.” He moved in until they were groin to groin. Then he finally stroked her pu**y. “You’re wet.”

“Being naked with you does that to me.”

He slowly fed his c**k into her. He circled his fingers around her ankle, sliding her leg up, and pushed farther inside her.

“Omigod. That’s like . . .” She gasped when he did it again.

“Like what?”

“Stretching me so much that I can feel you on me and in me.”

“I want you wide open so I can hear that sexy little f**king moan when I do this.” He withdrew his c**k and ground against her as he slid in deep again.

Amery moaned.

“That sound right there means I’m doing something right.”

“You’re doing everything right.”

His lips followed the shape of her ear from the lobe to the upper shell. “Fast, slow, sweet, rough . . . it’s so good every time. When I’m with you like this, it feels like I’m where I belong.”

Words like that . . . Even with the passion flowing between them so strongly she could scarcely think of anything else, his admission brought a quick sheen of tears.




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