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  part of her to the hottest, neediest part of him, he staggered back against the wall and groaned. “I don’t have a condom in here.”

  She bit his neck. “Are you safe?”

  He had two handfuls of her perfect bottom, her breasts mashed against his chest. He had a hard-on that could pound nails, snugged up to her sex, which was hot and creamy. His mind was befuddled, to say the least. “Huh?”

  “Because I’m safe.” She attached her mouth to his neck and sucked, making his vision swim. “And I’m on the pill.”

  “Me, too,” he managed to say as she arched up and let the very tip of him slip inside. Christ, she felt good. “I mean, I’m not on the pill,” he corrected as she snorted. “But I’m safe—”

  Her rough, breathless laugh was cut off with a low moan as he thrust into her.

  Bare skin to glorious bare skin, Breanne thought, and for her, what happened next was as wild and unpredictable as the storm outside. She felt a blinding need, a desperate ache that had to be assuaged. There was more, too; it was as if she had a hole deep inside her that only he could fill, but she didn’t want to go there, not now. Later, when she was safe and back home, she could dwell; later she could relive all that had happened, even what she’d lost, but for now she’d live in the moment.

  And the moment was about this. She fisted her hands in Cooper’s hair and took his mouth in greedy, hungry bites, while the hot water continued to rain down over them. “Hurry, hurry, hurry.”

  “Always a five alarm fire with you,” he murmured.

  “Please,” she heard herself whimper.

  “We can hurry,” he assured her. “But I’m not going anywhere.” He cupped her face until her eyes met his. “Do you hear me? I’m not going anywhere, Bree. I’m here, right here.”

  Her throat closed up, and she couldn’t speak.

  He didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he held her still, buried deep within her, and gave her a kiss as gentle, as tender as any kiss she’d ever known, a kiss that brought her to a new level of desire that boggled her mind.

  And still he hadn’t moved within her. God, she wanted him to move. She slid her fingers into his hair, along his scalp until his head fell back. Pressing her mouth to his throat, she tried to make sense of this but then he lifted his head again, his eyes glowing with heat and need and an infinite, selfless patience she was afraid she’d never understand.

  “Breanne,” he said—just that, just her name through the falling water. With a strength that seemed effortless, he turned them, pressing her back to the wall, opening her thighs even further. “Hold on,” he murmured hoarsely in her ear. “Hold onto me. Yeah, like that.” And he began a series of bone-melting strokes—slow, lengthy withdrawals and returns that she wanted to last forever and ever. But she had her limits, and Cooper was one of them. Within a few moments she began to fall apart at the seams.

  He thrust a little higher, a little harder, his hands keeping her right where he wanted her. Pinned, she could do nothing but hold on for dear life, panting, blinking away the water, the steam. Nothing about any of this with him made any sense, not the depth of her wanting of him, or how it was that she hadn’t gotten enough of him.

  That maybe she never would.

  But she didn’t want it to stop.

  “Christ, I can feel you,” he groaned, able to talk while she could only pant. “It’s like you’re milking me. You’re going to come.”

  And with a surprised cry, she did.

  While she was still shuddering, she somehow managed to keep her eyes open on his, and saw his face darken, his jaw go tight enough to tic, watched his eyes go blind, even as he struggled to keep them open on hers.

  He was showing her everything, every single emotion as it hit him, as he came with a gravelly groan torn from deep in his throat. This is trust, she realized as he trembled. Naked trust. Just the thought triggered another orgasm within her, and through the kaleidoscope of sensations, she thought maybe he murmured her name, but she was drowning in the pleasure and couldn’t be sure.

  Slowly she came back to herself, blinking away the water, realizing that he’d slapped a hand on the wall behind them, quivering as he struggled to keep them upright. Still clinging to him, she suddenly felt oddly close to tears. Not wanting him to see, she tried to pull free.

  With what seemed like great reluctance, he let her legs slide down his body. “You okay?”

  Chest tight, she only nodded. She was so far beyond okay.

  He smiled, but looked a little shaky himself. “That was . . .” Words seemed to fail him.

  She turned away to get a grip on her reckless emotions. “Yeah. Good shower sex.” She grimaced at her own coarse choice of words. Grabbing a towel, she tossed it to him, hitting him in the face.

  He pulled it down. “So . . . do you get a lot of shower sex?”

  “No,” she admitted. “You?”

  “Yeah, but usually I’m alone.”

  She laughed. Damn, he was something, always able to pull her out of a funk. “You expect me to believe that a guy who looks like you, and has a sexy job like you do, has to have sex alone in the shower?”

  “I’m not exactly a chick magnet. And as for that so-called ‘sexy job’? You know I nearly let it suck the soul right out of me. I think with some distance I’ve got it figured out, but the truth is, my love life’s a barren wasteland. Or was, until I met you.”

  She shook her head. “I’m just trying to picture a healthy, red-blooded, innately sensual guy like yourself going for a long time without sex.”

  “Yeah, well. I’m hoping the dry spell is behind me.”

  That clammed her up because she wasn’t sure how to respond. The thought of jumping into another relationship made her stomach clench. She wasn’t going to let herself fall for this man, but having to remind herself felt a bit like putting the lock on the chicken hatch after the chickens had escaped.

  Fact was, she’d leapt feet first into many relationships, and none of them, not a single one, had made her feel like she felt with Cooper—like she was on a roller-coaster ride going too fast, like she was going to throw up, like . . . like she was alive—really, truly, vibrantly, thrillingly alive.

  Oh boy.

  He hadn’t done anything with the towel she’d tossed him. Completely comfortable in his own skin, he stood there naked. Actually, he wasn’t just standing there, he was coming toward her, then stroking a long, wet strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re looking pretty relaxed.”

  “Funny how an orgasm does that.”

  “Yeah.” He didn’t look nearly as relaxed. “Funny.”

  Don’t ask, she told herself. Don’t. But this was Cooper, and for some reason, she couldn’t turn away. “What’s the matter?”

  “That rejuvenated you, having wild shower sex.”

  “It would have rejuvenated anyone.”

  “Really? So why do I feel more frustrated now than before?”

  Not wanting to face the answer to that, she shrugged and began to dry off.

  But he waited her out, standing in the doorway when she would have breezed on out. “Why did you cry at the end?”

  Her gaze whipped up to his. “I didn’t.”

  “You did.”

  Embarrassed, she looked away. “I don’t know.”

  “Is it because you’re not used to feeling as much as you did?”

  Hammer on the nail. “It’s just that . . .” Oh, the hell with it. “I really liked it,” she admitted in a whisper.

  “I know.” This was accompanied by a grin. “I was there.”

  She stared at his chest, trying to find the right words. “I want to say something that’s going to sound weird.” Lifting her head, she met his gaze. “You’re nice to me.”

  “You’re easy to be nice to.”

  He always knew what to say.

  “I came here to clear my head.” Lifting a shoulder, he shot her a crooked smile. “I thought maybe I’d meet a few snow bunnies, have a great time.”