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Her insides fluttered as his gaze swept over her like a reverent touch.

“Not just this—” he skimmed his fingers along her shoulder, down her arm, “—but all of it. The way you fight, the way you care, the way you never back down. It wrecks me in the best damn way.”

The vulnerability in his voice cut through her like heat and light combined.

She knew she should say something, but her voice was gone, pounded away by the heart beating hard in her chest.

Chapter Fifteen

Bennett reached past her and turned the shower handle. Steam billowed instantly, curling around them like a cloud. Then he stepped under the spray, the warm cascade rolling down his chest as he reached out with one hand, silent, steady, waiting.

Laurel slipped her fingers into his without hesitation.

He tugged her gently against his wet body. The moment heat hit her skin, she gasped, partly from the temperature, mostly from the feel of him, slick and solid. He drew back just enough to pour bodywash on their chests.

She gasped again, enjoying his slippery, hard muscles and the way they molded to her softer curves, every plane and line of him fitting against her like they’d been made to do this.

His hands skimmed down her body, slow and reverent, as though committing every inch of her to memory. She caressed all of him she could before flattening her palms against his chest, feeling the rush of his heartbeat beneath her fingers, strong and steady and just for her.

As he pulled them under the stream of water, her mind and body gave in to the erotic sensation. Steam wrapped around them, but it was his touch that lit her nerves. Once the suds were washed away, he moved her backward until his body shielded her from the direct spray of the water once more.

Laurel met Bennett’s gaze, and whatever teasing had hovered between them earlier dissolved into something deeper. Hungrier.

Raw.

Her breath caught. No one had ever looked at her like this. Like she was rare. Fierce. Worth protecting.

“Bennett,” she whispered, her hand still resting over his heart.

It thudded beneath her palm, solid and sure.

Just like him.

He leaned in, brushing his lips over hers. “Say something,” he murmured.

She didn’t hesitate. “You wreck me too.”

And then she kissed him, slow and full of the honesty she couldn’t quite voice. Gratitude. Need. Wonder. Every emotion she’d tried to ignore since the moment he’d first pinned her against that wall and argued with her like she mattered.

The kiss deepened, wild now. Her hands tangled in his hair, as she kissed him back, desperate to show him she felt the same. Then his mouth left hers to trail over her throat and down her chest, driving her out of her mind. When he took her nipple between his lips, she moaned, unable to hold the sound in.

Then he turned her gently, positioning her back against his chest as he cupped both breasts, teasing each sensitive peak with his thumbs. Heat, hot and fierce, sliced through her to pool low in her belly.

Lost, drowning in sensations, she pressed back against him, reveling in the way he groaned, thrusting against her. Need hit her again, stronger this time.

“Bennett,” she breathed, unsure what to ask for.

But he already knew.

One thick, slick finger slid into her, slow and perfect, making her knees tremble.

He braced her with a strong arm. “I’ve got you.”

It felt so good.Hefelt so good, but she wasn’t going to last.

“Bennett,” she murmured again. “I…can’t hold on.”

The angle of his finger, the rhythm of his touch, the way his mouth found that soft spot behind her ear—it all worked in tandem, unraveling her completely.