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She sighed, “You feel bigger.”

I smiled against her neck. “Ten years.”

“I know, but…” Her lips parted for me as I stole the next few words from her tongue, the urgency of her touch, even the pressure, my undoing. Maybe even the citrusy taste of her mouth had something to do with it.

Whatever it was, I was a goner.

I was hers.

My body tightened as she ran a feather-light touch of her hands down my chest. I pulled away so I could see her, make sure she was real and not some meltdown I was having, an early mid-life crisis, a dream where I conjured up the one woman who’d gotten away and brought her back to share hot shower sex with her.

“Why are we always wet when we do this?” Her lips were swollen, her voice husky.

With a laugh, I wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her into me, speaking against her lips. “To be fair, you should always be wet, Maddy…”

Her breath hitched, and that gorgeous red stain lit up her cheeks. I’d missed that, maybe even more than I’d missed my own damn heart all these years.

“I love you.” It had sounded more romantic in my head, those three words, but I couldn’t wait any longer to get them out. “I never stopped.”

Her eyes filled with unshed tears. “Then show me.”

“Was the shower and the pool sex not enough? You need more?” I teased, biting down on her bottom lip.

Steam billowed around us as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I braced us against the wall, my overheated body suddenly frantic to get inside her, to seal what this was between us. To chase it until my eyes burned, and my body demanded sleep. The air was thick with heat and the smell of Irish Spring soap.

“More.” She grinned against my mouth.

I kissed her harder, deeper.

“More.”

I pressed her body against the tile, our slippery skin sliding across one another. Her nipples were driving me insane with each brush across my naked chest. Once, twice. The water drenched us and started to get cold.

“More.”

I couldn’t wait any longer.

Because if we stayed longer, we’d freeze.

“Fast,” I grit my teeth. “This time, I can’t go slow. I can’t. Maddy—” Her name fell from my lips, both as a curse and a yearning.

“And next time?”

“So slow you’re going to beg for it to be faster…”

Her slick heat was velvet against my tip; one smooth thrust, and I was clawing the tile in an effort to get closer, to fuse our bodies so close together that I’d forget I functioned without her.

“Jason!” Her fingers pressed against my collarbone, and then she wrapped her hands around my shoulders, her mouth slightly open, as her drugged gaze locked on mine. “It never felt like this.”

I laughed, pressing her ass firmly against the tile. “I sure hope not. I was only eighteen—”

Her laugh had my body buzzing and zapping with energy, joy, lust. Everything wrapped around us like a warm embrace, as I grinned wickedly at her and pumped harder.

My gaze went from her mouth to the drop of water falling from her chin. My eyes took in her wet hair, swollen mouth, and short gasps for breath. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.