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He rubbed the end of his nose against my sternum. “I’ll have to fix that.”

“You definitely should.” Not that he needed to do much, since the temperature of his skin and his physical proximity to me were doing plenty to heat things up.

He hummed a little, then pressed a kiss to the center of my sternum.

The water around our ankles was finally hot, and Taavi turned to switch the water from the tub to the showerhead, his hip brushing against me in a way that was far more tantalizing than it had any right to be.

The water that hit my chest was warm, although it was quickly blocked by Taavi’s body as he turned, then leaned back to wet his hair, giving me a full frontal view of his jaw, throat, and chest, the dark lines of his tattoo swooping across lean muscle and coppery skin. I couldn’t help myself, and ran my hands over his torso, earning a smile.

“I thought I was the one who was supposed to help you,” he said as he slicked his wet hair back and blinked the water off his dark eyelashes.

“You are,” I confirmed.

“Your hands seem to work just fine.”

I pulled them back, earning a laugh.

Then he stepped into me again, the wet heat of his body pressing against me as he reached behind me for something I couldn’t see.

He was holding a bar of soap when he hand came back. He used his hands to lather up the bar, setting the soap where it came from before reaching out to begin washing my shoulder.

I hadn’t really ever thought of being washed as particularly erotic. Yes, of course I’ve fantasized about shower sex, but in my brain that was just sex in the shower. I hadn’t reallythoughtabout the fact that you could end up getting what amounted to a slow massage slicked by suds that smelled vaguely like chemical mountain spring.

Taavi slowly worked his way down my whole left arm, then back up, before needing more soap. My collar bones came next, then my other shoulder and arm. Then my pectorals, stopping to pay particular attention to both nipples, leaving me gasping, one hand pressed against the tile wall, the other gripping the inner bar on the shower door.

Taavi began working his way down my left side first, then across my abs until he reached the edge of the dressing, then back to the left, inching his way gradually lower and lower.

I let out a whimper as he ran soapy hands over my left hip and across the crease of my left thigh.

“I think you should sit,” he told me, and the tone of his voice said that it wasn’t a question.

I sat on the plastic shower seat, and Taavi deliberately pushed my legs wider by stepping between them. I looked up at him, at the water running down his body, the thick, dark erection standing out from the curls between his legs.

I started to reach for him, taking my hand off the tile wall, and he grabbed my wrist and put it back. “Let me.”

“Okay.”

He crouched down and began with my right ankle, slowly washing his way up my leg until I thought I’d scream in frustration because he hadn’t gotten to the one part of me that desperately needed his hands. And then he started at my other ankle, and I let out a strangled sound.

“Patience, Val.”

I growled at him, making him laugh again as he took his sweet fucking time massaging my calf. He worked his way higher, over my knee, then kneading the muscles of my thighs until his fingers were millimeters from my aching cock.

“I still have to do your back,” he told me, his eyes—the one dark as sin, the other bright and fractured like ice—dancing.

I groaned through gritted teeth as he stood—stillnot touching what I wanted him to touch.

He stepped back a little, then used his legs to nudge mine closer together as he reached behind me again. “I just have to… reach… the soap…”

“Taavi,” I whined. He was straddling my knees, the tip of his cock just brushing my torso.

He looked down, water dripping from his hair and skin. “Oh, I’msorry.” He clearly wasn’t. “Did you want me to… hurry?” He leaned in, and soapy hands ran across my upper back.

I made a grumbling noise.

“Just let me finish here…” His hands slid lower, running down my spine, slicked with soap, bringing his chest flush with mine as he tried to reach. “Just a little… more…”

And then he was literally straddling my lap, the soft heat of his balls heavy against my cock, and I did groan, loudly enough that one soapy hand covered my mouth. “Val!”