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“Lady?” Cas’s deep voice echoed in the small bathroom.

Eyes closed, I smiled into the steady streams of hot water. I was in deep trouble if just his voice could make me wet like it just had.

A cold draft flicked across my backside, directing my attention to where he’d pulled the curtain back to stick his head inside. A flick of approval, of want, pulsed in his dark eyes as he scanned up and down my wet, naked body.

“Can I help you?” I said with a laugh, flicking drops of water at him. He ducked back around the curtain.

“I brought you your clothes. Peters also packed some of your stuff from the shower and your toothbrush.”

My interest piqued. “Did he pack my shampoo?”

“I don’t know,” he grumbled. I smiled at the closed shower curtain.Men.“He brought several bottles of stuff.”

“Can you hand them to me?” I asked innocently, even though it wasn’t. It hadn’t been ten minutes since I woke in his room alone, and yet I already needed him inside me again. In his arms, I was safe, and everything else dulled in the background. Plus it felt fucking fantastic. Yeah, I cussed, because that was how great it felt—it needed the extra oomph.

The sound of him digging through the bag, grumbling about what the stuff was and why I needed it all, made me chuckle. Soon both hands shot around the curtain, gripping five different bottles. Not wasting the opportunity, I jerked back the curtain for him to get a good view inside.

Carefully I inspected the bottles, my smirk growing with each one I picked through.

“Alta,” he said through clenched teeth like he was in pain. “Pick one.”

Pulling the shampoo from the group, I held it out to him. “Want to help?”

The other bottles clattered to the floor, rolling under the cabinet and scattering to the corners. Cas tugged his shirt over his head, his hand immediately going to the button of his jeans as the shirt sank to the floor. Not ten seconds after I offered him to join, he was gorgeously naked and climbing into the shower behind me.

“We need to talk,” he said while sealing my back against his chest, engulfing me in his strong arms. “But it can wait. Fuck,” he hissed into my ear. “I can’t get close enough to you.”

The length of his hard cock nestled between my cheeks as his hands explored up and down my body. I flung my hair to one shoulder, offering him access to my neck. The warm water washed away each of his soft kisses from my ear down to my shoulder.

Goose bumps sprouted along my skin as the tips of his fingers skimmed down each arm before intertwining with my own. With his massive weight, he pushed me forward, bending me at the waist until both my palms suctioned against the tile. Dropping his hands, he gripped my hips, yanking them farther back. The nudge of his foot against the inside of mine spread my legs the width of the large tub.

Fingers digging deep into my soft flesh, he whispered, “Is this what you wanted, Lady?”

Bottom lip between my teeth, I nodded.

His smirk broadened against the shell of my ear. “I told you I’d take care of you. Hold on, and don’t move your hands, you hear me?”

In one move, his teeth sank into my neck as he slammed inside without warning. Water pooled in my gaping mouth at my gasp. Slowly he withdrew only to smash back in harder, deeper. My heart rate picked up, anticipating the delicious pain that would come with each pound of his hips.

Again and again, he thrust deep. My nails scraped along the tile in an attempt to gain traction to keep my hands from slipping. One of his hands slipped forward from my hip to dip between my legs. His rough touch and quick flicks shoved me over the edge fast, catching me by surprise. My knees buckled, hands slipping from the tile as the orgasm drained the energy from my muscles. Such a delicious feeling of utopia.

An arm snaked around my waist and tightened to hold me up, preventing me from falling face first into the wall. Water cascaded over my head and down my face, muffling my labored breaths.

Hell. This man.

On shaky legs, I stood, shoved the hair from my eyes and turned to smile over my shoulder. Cas’s hooded eyes were still heavy with want, and if that didn’t give it away, his fully hard cock told me he didn’t get the same happy ending.

Noticing my confused stare, he said, “Didn’t have a condom. Don’t worry. I haven’t been with anyone since my last checkup, and I’m clean.”

But that wasn’t where my mind went. A thought flashed through my dirty mind. Licking my lips, I swiveled around and dropped my knees to the porcelain tub floor. The dark hair of his legs pulled between my spread fingers as I slid both hands up them, savoring the strength beneath my palms. His muscles tensed under my touch, driving my want to take care of him. My touch, my body, and soon my mouth—all of it was his. And I wanted to make him mine.

Yes, there was a deranged man out to kidnap me and do who knew what, and yes that same man had mutilated several chipmunks and tried to kill my dog in one day, but with Cas, it didn’t matter.

And right now all I wanted was him. All of him.

I dragged my tongue from base to tip. My eyes fluttered closed as I relished in the shiver it evoked from him. Nails digging into his ass, I rhythmically sucked on the tip before gliding my lips down his thick shaft. Once, twice I guided all of him in my mouth before his fingers tangled into my hair, holding my head in place. Taking over, his thrusts quickened, pushing faster and faster in and out of my mouth, going deeper with each stroke. Tears tickled down my cheeks, mixing with the hot water as I fought to suppress my gag reflex.

With a frustrated growl, he withdrew, popping out of my suctioning cheeks. Tight fist around his base, he pumped his hand in short, fast strokes. My gaze stayed glued to his focused face, eyes sealed shut and mouth gaping while water poured over his hair, causing a waterfall to cascade down his features. He drew his lower lip between his teeth, clamping down, the skin turning white around the edges at the pressure. Hot, thick cum spurted out, painting my chest and my neck. Before the water could wash it away, Cas hauled me upright. I arched against the cold tile, only to be pressed back by his chest against mine.