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the shower, closing his eyes as the first wave doused him. Hot water eased tired
muscles, which jumped at the sensation of the shower loofah being swept with easy
strokes over his back and shoulders. Soap suds slicked his skin as she roamed.
“I was going to do that to you,” Rhys murmured, though he didn‟t tell her to
stop, arching into her caresses.
“You will.” Her throaty reply sent blood right to his dick, and his breathing
quickened.
With her prodding, he braced his palms on the wall. The trail of her hands left
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fire in their wake as she washed his day off his skin. She seemed to move with patient
care over his ass, her touch teasing between his legs, reaching. He gasped loudly when
she cupped tender flesh.
“Turn around.”
“Yes, ma‟am,” he answered. Like I’d say no?
He followed her hands as she did the exact same thing to his chest and arms that
she‟d done to his back. Long, slow, deliberate motions. Pants escaped when she
followed the trail of bubbles down his stomach with her fingers, the curls around his
groin catching them. She brushed her tips through the thick nest, scraping lightly at
heated flesh. He had to lock his knees to not crumble.
She lowered before him in the tub, carefully scrubbing downward from his hips
to his feet. His jaw snapped shut when her tongue darted out, licking at the tip of his
shaft.
Threading a hand through her hair, he tugged her gently to her feet. His skin felt
tight, even under the water‟s spray, every touch sending shocks radiating through his
nerves. Cradling her to his body, he gathered her for a kiss, feeling the smolder of his
arousal burst into a wildfire. Her hands glided over his chest, forming to his shoulders
to finally dig like claws into his hair, capturing him. The soft roundness of her breasts
mashed into his chest, sending a heavy quiver down his spine.
When she parted her lips on a soft mewl, he dove in, tasting her, devouring her
kiss. She rubbed against him, a low purr vibrating her chest. Lowering the hand from
her waist, he cupped her ass, molding her and driving her harder into his arousal. Her
gasps were growing sharper.
Suddenly, a shower was the last thing he wanted to waste time doing. After
releasing her enough to shut off the spray, he reached for a towel. He dried her then
him before carefully helping her out of the tub.
When she looked at the remaining mess, he shook his head and tossed the towel
on top of it.
“Later,” he repeated. Much later.
He guided her out of the bathroom into the adjacent bedroom where he stopped
her beneath his chin-up bar near where his dumbbells and press bench sat. The
windows and blinds were closed because he hated working out and having gawkers
stop for the show when he exercised.
“Stretch,” he told her, lifting her arms to the bar. She gripped it, stringing her
body tight. He traced her taut form with his eyes, his fingers drifting down her ribcage,
relishing the texture of her skin beneath his wandering. “Gorgeous.” Pale, lightly tan
skin over toned muscles, plump breasts that he loved to put his mouth on, and the
sexiest waist and ass he‟d ever known on a woman. And she was all his. Mine, he
thought with a deep possessiveness.
Capturing her gaze, he told her, “You can‟t move until I say you can let go.
Understood?”
She followed him, her expression thoughtful, curious. “If I get tired?”
“Nope.” Looking closely, he asked her, “Are you holding your weight, or
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standing on your feet?”
“Standing.”
“Good.” Adjusting her stance, he spread her legs until he could see the slick petal
softness of her sex and widened her grip a couple inches. He licked his lips, then circled
her, feeling the anticipation all but leaping between them. Stopping behind her, he
raised his hands and formed claws with his fingers. Stiff, unforgiving. Though not
deadly, he knew what it would convey.
A sharp cry filled the room, ending on a long hiss when he dug into her
shoulders, slowly dragging them down her back, creating long, red welts in her skin.
She trembled, her body undulating in waves as arousal and desire slammed into her.
They looked bad, but they‟d be gone in a couple of hours. Mira had an incredible body,
and not just for what she could do with it. Rhys also knew how physical her feline side
was. She wanted to be touched, caressed, stroked, aroused. He would give her what she
wanted, his own way.
He had, in no uncertain terms, just told her tiger who reigned supreme. Harsh
breaths raced in and out of her lungs, her head hanging loosely on her neck. Standing
behind her, he pressed his body along hers, his cock tight against her ass. She trembled
along his frame, rapid breaths a sign of her arousal. Raising his hands, he clasped them
over her arms, slowly bringing them down, stroking her in long sweeps from her wrists
to her waist. She shook with each stroke, silently begging for the pleasurable sensation.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, standing here for me?” he
whispered into her ear, purposely.
She moaned, rocking her head in answer. Wrapping his arms around her body,
he cupped her breasts. “I can‟t wait to suck these.” He tugged and rolled her nipples,
shudders dropping down her spine, making her ass clench and push into him. Sliding
her hair off her neck, he teased her, running shoulder to shoulder with slow, open
mouth kisses and flicks of his tongue, never letting his hands stop what they were
doing.
Clawing at her front with a lighter touch, he sank lower, tracing her spine with
his tongue, giving her sensations on both sides of her body at once. Her moans were
growing louder, sharper.
Kneeling behind her, he bit at the firm shape of her ass, massaging both globes
within his hands. “Are you turned on, baby?” She whimpered her reply. Rhys grinned,
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