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I could get lost in this. His kiss. His touch. The way he looked at me. It was everything out of a beautiful ballet. Although the leading men weren’t anything like Sam. I was used to lithe and limber. Not strong and powerful. He could encompass me and make me feel safe and secure. And I was sure if he gave it a try, he could lift me overhead easily and I could dive into a poisson, one of my favorite holds with a partner. I smiled thinking about it.

“What’s that look?” he asked.

“Just thinking about you dancing.”

He chuckled. “My best dance is in the end zone.”

“When should we order dinner?” I asked.

The water skimmed over his shoulders and I watched the droplets roll over the muscles in his biceps.

“After the shower sex.” He grinned. His mouth moved over mine as my back touched the cool tile.

His erection pressed hard against my leg and I gasped. Was this really happening again? His hands lifted me up gently as I wrapped myself around his waist. The steam billowed around us and I felt the heat between us as he slid me over him until finally he pushed inside. I let out a moan as he filled me.

He rested one hand over my shoulder on the tile while the other clutched my lower back. And when I least expected it, he started to sway. I smiled at him, feeling our bodies move in opposite directions.

“I like that.” It was as if he was rotating inside me, touching everything within.

“You feel fucking incredible. Every time.” He nipped at my neck.

Part of me wondered if this was always what sex was like for him, and the other part knew it couldn’t be. It had never felt like this. Never felt like someone wanted me so desperately, or that I needed them just as much. I held on while he brought us to the brink of ecstasy. This time he pushed in and out with slow strokes. But strokes that tortured me with pleasure.

“Sam, oh, Sam.” It was happening slower than it ever had. The coiling in my belly started to expand and float through my limbs, but not with the fire and intensity I was used to with him. It was exquisite how everything slowed to his rhythm.

I kissed him as my body began to shake and jolt. My legs felt like jelly and my core was burning with the blistering orgasm.

He pressed his forehead against mine. “I love it when you do that.”

I licked my lips from the shower water. I touched the corners of his face as the trickles of water beaded over the sharp lines of his jaw.

Then I saw the lust in his eyes. His speed picked up and a look of determination crossed his gorgeous face. I held up while he pumped in and out of me. His chest heaved rapidly and his hips thrust forward.

“Fuck, Natalia.” He sank into me again and his body stiffened as he wrapped both arms around me, shaking as his came inside.

Slowly, he lowered me to the ground. I looked into his eyes, already missing our bodies being connected.

“You said something

about dinner?” he joked.

“Funny.” I grabbed a bottle of body wash for him.

“I’m starving. The practice. The drive. The sex.”

“Poor thing.” I lathered my hands and began rubbing them over his chest. His shoulders were wide and I needed two hands to wash one arm.

He was a lot to handle.

We decided on ordering Italian and sat in the living room once the driver dropped off our dinner. I lit a few candles and opened a bottle of wine. I poured a glass for each of us.

“I think we should toast to something, don’t you?”

Sam held the glass. “To more nights in your studio.” He winked.

I tapped my glass to his.

“I want to hear more about your audition. When is it?” he asked.