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"Why? Because of the gravy thing? Forget it."

"Well, that's part of it," she said. "But…" She blew out a shaky breath. "The truth is, I know you should probably be resting, and…" She glanced toward the shower. "The things I want to do, well, they're not exactly restful."

I felt a slow smile spread across my face. I closed the distance and wrapped her in my arms. "Yeah?"

She nodded against me. "Except, I know we probably shouldn’t."

I gripped her hips and pulled her close, letting my hardness surge against her pelvis. "That's whatyouthink."

The hell with resting. I didn't need it. I didn't want it. And thirty seconds later, I was in that shower, proving it.

Chapter 64

She was wet and naked, pressed tight against me as the steaming water fell over us. I was rock hard and ready, and if I wasn't careful, this would go way too fast. Here she was, my dream girl, the girl I'd lost, the girl I'd found – and the girl I was never,evergoing to let go.

We stood there for a long moment, lost in everything but each other. There were so many things I wanted to do with her, and yeah,toher. Her tight body fit perfectly against mine, and I savored the feel of it, loving the roundness of her breasts and the softness of her wet cheek pressed against my bare chest.

I loved her. And I'd love her always if she gave me half the chance.

As if reading my thoughts, she lifted her head and gazed up at me. Her eyes were bright, and her lips were full. I lowered my head and kissed her long and hard, caressing the back of her neck, and loving the feel of her long, silky hair falling over my wet fingers.

She was rubbing against me now, as if desperate to be closer. Yeah, I knew the feeling. My hardness was surging, and her skin was warm and slippery. I stifled a groan as she pressed herself tighter, making my erection slide, wet and slick, against the warmth of her naked stomach.

She pulled back and reached for the soap. With that familiar look in her eye, she started rubbing it between her hands.

I watched, hypnotized by the sight of her, the girl I loved, and the girl I wanted. I saw her naked breasts rising and falling with every movement. I saw the water falling off her shoulders and dripping down her bare stomach and naked hips. I saw her hands, the ones I loved to feel everywhere, lathering the soap in a way that might've been innocent if she were alone, and if I didn't have some nice ideas about where those hands might be going soon.

She lifted her hands, soap and all, to my chest, rubbing my skin in slow, steady circles. Like always, her touch was pure magic, and I let myself get lost in it, watching her every move with a hunger that grew with every motion.

When she looked up, I could hardly breathe. What I saw in her eyes – the love, the passion, the sweet sexiness that drove me crazy – was everything I'd been missing over the last few weeks.

No. Not weeks. I'd been missing this for years, from the first moment I'd met her, way back when.

With a secret smile, she lowered her eyes and watched as her smooth hands moved, slow and sexy, across my pecs and then, lower toward my mid-section. Loving the sight of her handsanywhereon me, I watched, too, as the lather gathered between her fingers and slid downward, falling in soapy waves past my hips and down my legs.

Her hands drifted lower again, sliding and teasing their way onto my hips. She moved closer and ran her soft hands over my bare ass, making me surge even harder when she squeezed me tight and pulled me close.

I wanted her. I wanted her so bad, I could hardly wait. But I didn't want to rush it. If I had my way, there'd be thousands of nights just like tonight, with just her and me, doing this and a whole lot more.

She pulled back and worked up more lather between her fingers. And then, setting aside the soap, she eased forward and gripped my hardness in her soft hands. I closed my eyes and savored the feel of it, the feel ofher, so close, finally, after all this time.

I felt her slippery hands slide up and down my shaft, driving me crazy in the best possible way. When she tightened her grip, I moaned her name and tried not to lose it. No matter what, Ihadto make this last. But she was making it so damn hard, literally.

Desperate to see her, I opened my eyes and saw her looking up at me. She was smiling in that special way, like a girl who knows exactly what she's doing and is loving every minute of it. I was loving it, too. And I lovedher.

I smiled back. But that didn't mean I'd let things finish the way they were going.

"Turn around," I said.

"Why?"

Because I wanted this to last. Because I wanted to run my hands over her tight, little body and makeherwantmelike I wanted her. Because she was my girl, and I wanted her to know it. Because I loved her, and if she wasn't ready and then some, I wasn't doing things right.

But all I said was, "Do I need a reason?"

She smiled. "But I'm not done yet."

"Me neither. And I don't want to be. Not yet." I took her shoulders and gently turned her away from me. I wrapped an arm around her stomach and pressed my front against her back, loving how she fit perfectly against me, like she always did.