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  It would take only a second to slip her finger beneath the elastic and get herself even more ready, and only another second more to slide her finger inside herself to make herself come. But it wasn't enough. Self-gratification wouldn't sate her need, not when tonight she'd finally had what she'd been dreaming of--Gavin's hands on her skin again. Any orgasm she achieved now would grant only a brief release.

  The room swam back into focus as she blinked and withdrew her hands. Lina sat up, the tug of her panties as she moved a sweet torture. The urge for sexual completion pulled at her, but she tried to put it aside. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and caught sight of her face in the mirror on the far wall.

  She looked like a woman who'd set out to get fucked. Tousled hair, bright red lips, color high on her cheeks and sparkling eyes. Her sweater, tight on her breasts, showed the points of her nipples still erect, and her short skirt barely covered the curve of her ass. Bitterness and another wash of embarrassment stung her. She offered herself to him like a wanton whore, and been turned aside.

  A shower would make her feel better; it always did. If she could have slept in a pattering rain of hot water, she would. Lina stripped off the clothes she'd chosen so carefully and left them in a pile on the floor. She wanted to throw them in the garbage.

  Lina stepped into a shower so hot steam rapidly clouded the room. The water stung and she hissed, but then relaxed into the spray. The jets pounded her back and neck, her shoulders, the softness of her buttocks. She knelt on the floor of the shower, arms crossed in front of her beneath her face. The water cascaded over her back and soaked her hair. It sluiced away the tension in her shoulders, but emphasized the other tension still there, one she couldn't continue to ignore. Resting on her knees and forearms, Lina opened her legs. She tilted forward, lifted her ass in the air, let the water run down between her thighs to caress her openness like a lover's fingers.

  She hadn't made love since she'd left him. She'd learned to turn her sexual tension into creativity, progress, hard work and success at her business. She'd learned to focus her energies on other things, other projects. But sometimes, like now, she couldn't deny her body's hunger any longer. She had to give in to it.

  In the past year she'd ventured into places she'd never thought she'd go, all in the name of self-satisfaction. She'd tried a vibrator, but found the noise and intense sensation too harsh. Dildos were ridiculous, whether they looked liked real cocks or like something else. Her hands and perhaps a strategically placed pillow were poor substitutes for a man. The only thing she'd found that even came close to fulfilling her was water.

  Lina arched her spine and lifted herself higher against the water's spray. She rested her face in her palms and closed out the sight of anything but the inside of her eyelids. Darkness and silence, but for the rushing noise of the shower, filled her. She gave herself up to it, to the fantasy. To the memories.

  The water beat against her thighs, her cunt, the tender bud of her clit. It slapped her, caressed her, covered her with warmth and a steady pressure that brought her breath in short, sharp gasps.

  Her blood pounded in her ears. The heat of the shower and her arousal made her feel dizzy, faint, floating on a haze of sensation she didn't want to leave. The water couldn't touch her hard enough to make her come. It teased her. Taunted. Made her roll her hips against the intermittent spray. And still, though she felt herself grow slick with desire, felt the ache inside her. She couldn't achieve orgasm.

  She arched her back even more until a needle of spray pounded directly on her throbbing clitoris. She moved a little, back and forth, eager to feel the waves of orgasm fill her. The water flowed over her, but still brought her no release.

  A frustrated sigh escaped her. Lina lifted her head out of the water, uncertain of exactly what she meant to do next...only sure she needed release badly enough to give it to herself.

  No longer deafened by the sound of rushing water, Lina was startled to hear the boom, boom, boom of a phantom hand banging on her front door. She got to her feet, head spinning as she stood. Lina steadied herself against the tiled shower wall, wondering for a moment if she might faint.

  Her vagina clenched and her clit pounded in time to the throbbing of her heart. She shook her head to clear it. Another series of knocks came from her front door. She opened the shower door, grabbed a towel, and stepped into the steam-clouded air, cooler than the shower.

  It was the middle of the night. Who could be knocking on her door? Most likely it was her downstairs neighbor, the Goth-boy Edward, wanting to borrow some bread to make the toast he always craved when returning home from the clubs.

  Lina tucked the towel beneath her arms, aware that the small piece of cloth barely brushed to top of her thighs. Eddie would get quite a show. The thought made her smile. She probably outweighed Eddie by a good fifteen pounds.

  "I don't have any--" she began as she tugged the door open. The words died in her throat. She took a step back, then another, before thinking to slam the door. By then it was too late. He was inside, closing the door behind him with a kick that rocked the cheap wooden door on its hinges.

  "What are you doing here?" she asked, stunned into asking stupid questions. "How did you know where I live?"

  "Did you think I couldn't find you if I wanted to?" Gavin's familiar smile mocked her. Heat flared in his eyes as his gaze raked her from the top of her tangled, sopping head to the place where the towel ended and her flushed skin began.

  "Get out." She pointed, then curved her fingers into her palm to hide the fact her hands were trembling.

  "I don't think so."

  "You...you..." She sputtered and stopped.

  "What are you going to do? Call the police?"

  The steady, matter-of-fact way he asked his question shot a bolt of true fear through her. Lina swallowed, but lifted her chin. "I don't want you here. Get the hell out of my apartment!"

  He advanced a step. His height and size would have made him menacing, even if his attitude hadn't. "What kind of games are you playing, Lina?"

  The sound of her name on his tongue after so long wiped the protests from her. She shivered, suddenly conscious of the way the cool air brushed her all over, and the way her nipples pushed at the front of the towel.

  "I'm not playing any sort of games!"

  She could tell he knew she was lying. "I was on duty before. What did you expect me to do? Pull down your panties and fuck you there on the side of the road against your car?"

  At the harshness of his words, she shuddered again, but not from anger. The thought of him doing what he'd described sent a bolt of pure lust arcing through her, straight to her clit, which still beat in time to the pulsing of her heart. He'd described exactly what she wanted, but she'd be damned if she'd admit it to him.

  "Fuck you," she whispered, unable to find the strength to say more.

  Then he was next to her, his hand on the back of her neck. He pulled her close to him, her belly against his thighs, her breasts crushed to the strong, hard width of his chest. His fingers tangled in her hair and he pulled her head back until she gasped with desire.

  "You have the right to remain silent," he told her with no irony at all in his voice. "I think you owe me an explanation, but not right now. Be quiet, or I will turn around and leave."

  A flush of pure anger and desire burned her cheeks and the hollow of her throat. He was threatening her. "Let go of me."

  "I don't think so."

  She started to pull away, but his hands held her tight. Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes at the sudden sharp sting in her skull where his fingers pulled her hair. She should have wanted to get away from him, but the pulse between her legs refused to be denied. Her knees were weak with wanting. Her cheeks flamed with arousal and shame that he could affect her this way.

  Instead of pulling away, she allowed his hand to tug her head back, exposing her throat to him. The sting eased. His head angled toward hers and her lips parted. She waited.