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I was so nervous about showering with Raven. I knew there would be way more than showering. My panties were getting wet thinking about what else we were going to do. As soon as Mike jumped out, he ran home barking. I tried calling him back, but he ignored me. I swear he is so spoiled. Troy opened the door and spotted us and he walked over.

“I heard about what happened. Thank God you hiked there and heard the baby crying.”

“I know that poor woman couldn’t hear anything; she was def; I’m so glad we were there. How did you hear about it?

“Tom called and told me what happened.

“We are still on our date, so I’ll see you around.”

“You’re covered in dirt,” he smirked. “You should run home and take a shower before dinner.”

I glanced at Raven and then a little whirlwind ran over and hugged Raven. I looked at her and she had the same green eyes as Raven. Then a woman called out to her. “Haley where are you?”

“Mom, I’m with Uncle Raven,” she said as she walked around the corner of the house and smiled.

“Laney, this is Beatrice Jones,” Raven said.

“Hello, Beatrice,” Laney said, holding her hand out to shake mine.

“Laney is my sister, and this is her daughter Haley. They also have another child, a toddler. Laney is married to Gideon. We’ll talk to all of you later. We are still on our date, and I don’t want to miss a moment. So we’ll talk to you later. Oh yeah, and this is Troy. He’s Beatrice’s brother. Bye,” he took my hand, and we walked inside his house, and he locked the door.

“Shower time,” he said, pulling me into his arms.

Thick and warm steam swirls around me as the sound of water fills the space between us. My heart hammers against my ribs as I step into the shower, my skin already damp from the heat. Raven is standing beneath the spray, his dark hair wet, water gliding over his strong shoulders.

I should be nervous. Maybe I am. But when he looks at me, there’s something steady in his gaze that makes me feel safe even in this moment of vulnerability.

He lifts a hand, brushing my wet hair back from my face, his fingertips grazing my cheek. A shiver moves down my spine at the tenderness of the touch.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice deep and husky.

Warmth pools in my chest, and I force myself to breathe. I’ve spent so long guarding myself, building walls I thought would never come down. But here, now, with him, I don’t want those walls anymore.

His hands are gentle as he lathers soap between his palms, then smooths it over my shoulders. I close my eyes as he moves lower, his touch slow, reverent, learning me. Every brush of his fingers leaves a trail of heat, and when he reaches down between my thighs, I have to steady myself with a hand against his chest.

His skin is warm beneath my fingertips, muscles flexing as I slide my hands over his chest. A drop of water trails down his jaw, and before I can stop myself, I reach up and brush it away. He catches my wrist before I can pull back, bringing my hand to his lips.

A soft kiss, nothing more. And yet, it steals my breath.

“Are you sure?” he asks, voice low, rough.

I nod, my throat too tight to speak. “Yes.”

His arms wrap around me, pulling me into him, the heat of his body melting against mine. The first touch of his lips is slow, testing, but when I press closer, his restraint snaps. The kiss deepens, a slow, consuming hunger that sends fire licking through my veins.

I lose myself in him, in the feel of his hands, the way he holds me like I’m something fragile, even as his grip tightens with need. The water washes over us, but nothing could drown out this moment, this feeling.

As his finger enters me, I cry out, ready to orgasm; I start moving as his fingers move faster. I can’t stop the scream of release as my body shakes with an orgasm.

Later, wrapped in his sheets, I lay against Raven’s chest, my fingers tracing lazy patterns over his skin. His arm is draped around me, strong and protective, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I belong somewhere.

“You’re staying, right?” he asks, voice rough with exhaustion and something deeper.

I tilt my head, watching the soft glow of light cast shadows across his face.

“I’m staying,” I whisper, pressing a kiss over his heart.

His arms tightened around me, holding me close, and I knew I’d made the right choice.

When I woke up, an arm was across my waist, and a leg was thrown over mine. I smiled and snuggled into him more. I could hear the rain pouring down and slashing against the window. I didn’t even know it was going to rain. I went right back to sleep. Lips kissing me woke me up again. I made a noise that let him know I was enjoying it.

“Do you feel like making love?” Raven asked.

“Yes,” I whispered, kissing him back. His scent surrounded me, and his hands ran down my body. My blood pounded in my ears as loud as the rain that slashed against the windows. Raven bent his head and touched his warm lips to mine. He devoured my mouth and found out I was as hungry for him as he was for me. His tongue plunged between my lips. Unreserved fire and passion met him head-on. His hands ran through my hair, and he crushed his mouth to mine. My body melted against him. Hunger surged inside us. He was careful not to crush my body under his. He held himself over me.

“No, I want to feel your body touching mine,” I whispered. The touch of his hands so warm on my skin sent sensations straight to my center and made me ache as a slight sound escaped my lips.

Raven kissed my neck and looked into my eyes. “We are going to take our time, sweetheart, so lay back, and let’s enjoy each other.”

He slid his hand over one curved hip. Over the smooth skin, my hips lifted when he pulled me against his hardness, pressing it into my hip.

I ran my hands across Raven’s broad chest and felt his muscles quiver at my touch.

His hand slipped between my thighs, and I cried out on a half sob of pleasure as he touched delicate, aching flesh.

All I could feel was his touch. All I knew was the heat and the need that moved through my body. I was speechless, nearly mindless. When Raven entered me, I thought I would perish lying under him as he made passionate love to me.

I have never felt like this with any other woman. We made love throughout the night. I lay on my side, watching her sleep. She smiled. “Was I snoring?”

“No,” I replied and smiled. “You’re beautiful. Want to shower with me?”

“I was hoping you would ask me that question. I love showering with you.”

Beatrice stretched and held her hand out for me to pull her out of bed. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. As I led us to the shower, our bare bodies wrapped around each other.

I didn’t know her body could be so sensitive. Just a little touch from me and her body would orgasm. She cried happy tears and tears of fulfillment. I kissed her everywhere when she cried tears of satisfaction. I tried to calm her tears. My heart expanded in my chest with feelings for Beatrice. I whispered sweet words to her as we made love.

When the water turned cold, we got out. How about I cook you breakfast? She was drying my back. I bet those hurt she said, kissing a bullet wound on my back. I chuckled, bent my head, and kissed her. Beatrice kept on drying my body. I chuckled, bent my head, and kissed her. Beatrice kept on drying my body. When she came to each scar, she would kiss it.

I have to go home and get dressed; I have an appointment with the Fire Marshal. I’m going with her to check on a fire in Palm Desert. There was a fire there, just like the one we had here. Two men were severely burned when a door exploded. They didn’t try to open it, but when it exploded, they were close enough to be badly injured.

“Beatrice, please be careful when inspecting those explosions. You don’t know who is watching. There are so many crazy people out there.”

“I will be. You don’t have to worry about me. I’ll wear your shirt home. I’m going to leave now before anyone wakes up.”

“Bye. I will see you later today. Let’s have dinner tonight. They have this great place down the beach if you like seafood.”

“I love seafood. I should be back in plenty of time, bye.”

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