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to sit beside her on the lounge chair.
    â€œI thought I might have imagined it all,” Brice said.
    â€œSo did I,” she whispered. “I kept looking back at you in the bed to make sure it wasn’t all in my head.” She lowered her eyes then looked at him fully. “I never expected this. I don’t want you to think that this is what I do. I—”
    â€œDon’t. Don’t worry about explaining something that can’t be explained. If anything, I think more of you now than before. You’re an absolutely incredible woman.”
    They stared at each other for a few moments, savoring the memories that they’d created.
    Naomi drew in a long, cleansing breath and took both of Brice’s hands in hers. She leaned forward and looked him deeply in the eyes. “I’m starving,” she said.
    Brice tossed his head back and burst out laughing. He pulled her to her feet and draped his arm aroundher waist. “Me, too. Let’s get some room service up in here.”
    After placing their order and being told that it would be at least a half hour, they decided to take a quick shower and be relatively presentable when room service arrived. Suddenly for Naomi, who had totally thrown caution to the wind, she was concerned about “how things might look.” It was her old habits kicking in.
    While she was reliving the moments with Brice, tangled and twisted and sweaty in her bed, she heard a knock on the bathroom door, followed by its opening. She peeked around the shower curtain and Brice poked his head in the door.
    â€œThought we could save some time,” he hinted with a wink.
    Naomi pouted, then dramatically drew back the curtain, revealing her slick, sudsy, sexy body. She crooked her finger, beckoning him to step beyond the curtain.
    â€œYou don’t have to ask me twice,” Brice said, covering the space in two long strides. He stepped into the shower and reached around Naomi for the soap and began lathering her breasts, then her stomach, down her legs and back up again. Then he turned her around and repeated the process. But when he was done he moved her to face the opposite wall with her back to him so that he could continue to caress and stroke her front.
    Naomi’s oversensitized body shot back into over-drive as Brice reached around her and down between her legs to play with her. She shuddered, moaned and was thankful for the railing in front of her that kept her from sliding down the tiled walls. Brice pushed up against her and the heft of his erection demanded entry. He ground his hips against her and she moved in unison with him until neither of them could stand the denial a moment longer.
    Naomi grabbed the railing and bent from the waist, offering herself to him. Brice leaned forward and began planting tender kisses along her spine, while he continued to find new games to play between her legs. And when she least expected it, she gasped and gripped and shuddered as Brice rode up inside her.
    â€œOhhh, oh, my..ahhh.” She sucked in air through her teeth and undulated her hips in time with Brice’s rhythm.
    He clamped her hips between his palms and reared back just enough to get that toe-curling angle, so he could move and watch them bump and grind against each other at the same time.
    â€œHmmm, baby,” he groaned, feeling the jaw-dropping end coming near.
    Naomi realized it, too. She felt the swelling inside her, the sudden insistence, the deeper, faster thrusts. She lifted herself on her toes and did a hard three-sixty with her hips. The move made Brice dig his fingertips into her hips as his strangled cry mixed with the rushing water—all in concert with theexplosion that went off deep inside Naomi’s belly and nearly brought her to her knees.
    Brice held on to her until their tremors subsided, then he pulled out and helped her to stand up. He turned her around to face him, still stunned by what this woman had done to his