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she’d bothered with since he’d undressed her.
    Pushing open the bathroom door, she stepped into a cloud of mist and closed it behind her. Padding across the cold tiles, she pulled the curtain aside. Brian stood with his back to her and his head bent into the spray.
    As she climbed into the tub, her foot squelched.
    His head whipped around, ruining her surprise.
    Mustering a smile despite the stab of uncertainty, she let the curtain fall back into place behind her.
    “Hey. Mind if I join you?”
    He turned in place while his gaze crawled down her body. Judging from his expression, despite her poor attempt at figuring out an exit strategy, he was still interested in her. At least physically. Her nipples perked up at the inspection. She was glad she’d encroached on his shower. This was how she should say goodbye.
    Encouraged by his interest, she stepped toward him, only to be captured by his arms wrapping around her waist. She squealed as he plastered her body against his. Nerves washed away, she smiled and lifted her face to his, but he didn’t kiss her.
    His hands slid down her back, pressing her closer.
    “I didn’t want to leave you alone in here,” she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
    He held her steady and walked her backward. “Oh yeah?”
    “Yeah.”
    Her back hit the freezing tiled wall. She gasped as Brian pried her arms from around his neck and held her hands above her head. The spray of water hit his shoulders and splashed into her face.
    As she stared up into his gaze, her heart beat in double time, but not from fear. She watched him with wide eyes, waiting for some nibbling sensation of panic, but there was nothing about the way Brian restrained her or forced her to do what he wanted that scared her. Instead, she arched her back and rubbed her breasts against his chest.
    His hands dropped to her ass, grinding their sexes together. The hard ridge of his cock slid against her lower belly. Instead of feeling trapped, she was turned-on.
    Wiggling out of his grasp, she reached for his cock, but he caught her wrist and pushed it back up.
    “Keep them there.” The glint in his eye meant business.
    She grinned at him and this strange freedom from fear, and twisted her hands above her head, grasping a towel rack. She’d never admit it out loud, but his growled commands stroked her libido.
    He braced his hands on the side of the tub and slowly lowered himself to his knees. She didn’t miss the way he winced. Now that she knew how much he’d fought to be able to use his leg, she wasn’t going to stop him. He pushed her thigh up, balancing her foot on the edge of the tub.
    He grinned as he exposed her hidden tattoo again. Leaning forward, he kissed it. She shivered and closed her eyes. The water pounded against her breasts and the back of Brian’s head as he buried his face between her thighs. His thumbs slid through her folds over and over again, teasing her while he nipped her clit. She jerked at each pass and flexed her hands around the rack above her head.
    “Brian,” she said between clenched teeth.
    He lifted his head. “Yes? Did you want something?”
    Rolling her eyes, she was prevented from answering by Brian thrusting his fingers into her pussy. She gasped and flexed her toes, wanting to wrap her legs and arms around him, feel his slick skin.
    “You like that.” He bent to it again, this time licking her clit and twisting his fingers.
    She could come like this, it wouldn’t take much more. He played her body as if she were one of his guitars. He knew the difference between a touch and a stroke, and varied between the two. Which was why she was rocking back and forth on her feet, a second away from slipping and busting her ass.
    Digging her hand into his hair, she dared his wrath. “Brian.” She tugged as his lips flexed around her clit. Her grip slipped as she moaned.
    “Something wrong?”
    She shook her head and sucked in a breath. “Bed. Please?”
    He looked to be