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    “ What’s wrong?” Her eyes were deliciously dazed.
    “ Not a thing, Sunshine.” He shoved his thoughts aside. He had her naked and he wasn’t going to miss out on a thing. “I just want to look at how gorgeous you are.”
    “ Like before,” she said.
    He’d said almost the same thing twelve years ago. “You remember?” he asked.
    She nodded, her eyes too damn expressive of things he didn’t want to think about. Hell, he didn’t want to hear that she remembered the past, it made everything more personal. But when he looked into her eyes, he couldn’t deny that he remembered too. “Yeah, like before,”
    “ But different this time.” She reached out and pulled on his trunks, catching him a bit off guard. “This time I’m going to see and get all of you.”
    He liked her aggression, her hunger, and her sensual innocence. Sex wasn’t a game for her, it wasn’t a jaded act, it was an exploration she eagerly sought and he was ready for the trip. He smiled as he took a condom out of his pocket and set it on the side of the tub next to her. Then he slipped the tie of his trunks loose and slid them off. His full erection rode on top of the swirling water, its warm waves caressing him and his sensitive sacs. She reached for him and he stepped back.
    From the smoldering fire in her green eyes, he knew she wanted him now and if she touched him, he’d have no choice but to take her. “First I get to taste you, all over,” he said against her mouth, sucking lightly on her lips and tongue before moving lower.
    Her breasts filled the palms of his hand, just right. Her peach-rose nipples jutted upward, begging for him to suck them again and he did. This time he didn’t have to nudge her legs open to fit between them, she welcomed him, spreading her legs wider and leaning back. She sat on the smooth marbled corner of the tub, her feet in the water, but the rest of her ripe for the taking. He feasted on her breasts and when she squirmed against him wanting more, he moved lower, running his tongue over the soft concave planes of her stomach.
    Then, resting on his knees in the water, he spread her legs wider. She leaned back, her hands resting on the outer edge of the tub, and watched him, eyes half-mast. Her blonde curls were wet and shimmered in the sunlight. He spread her lower lips open for his kiss, sliding his tongue over the sensitive hotspot hidden there. Her hips jerked in response. She moaned; the deep low sound sent tingles of pleasure through him. Sometimes life didn’t get any better than making a woman hot. He kissed her there long and hard until he could feel her excitement and desire mounting to a fevered pitch, her breaths were gasps, her legs had tensed, and her hips were undulating with need. Then he backed off and grabbed the condom.
    By the time she opened her eyes and said, “Jesse, please,” he was ready. He pulled her hips closer to the edge of the tub and slid home, grunting as an intense wave of pleasure washed over him. Then he plunged deeper and deeper, relentlessly driving them both to an orgasm.
    Alexi shuddered, her body arching higher with every thrust as she pressed the core of her need against Jesse. She felt the elemental power of his thrusts, the excitement, and the wild desire that kept burning hotter and hotter. He was so male, so masculine and hard, and all that power drove deep inside of her. Steamy water caressed her feet, hot sunshine and cool breezes slid over her body and across her breasts. She grabbed his shoulders, pressing closer to him. She tipped her head back, saw the sun, and reveled in the incredible realization that she was making love outside…again. This time wantonly naked. Jesse’s hard erection filled her, drove her wilder. Sexually, it was as if she’d waited forever for him. Her blood roared in her ears, her heart pounded in her chest, and she thought that any second she would explode into a million pieces.
    “ You make me burn, Sunshine,”