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put his hands on my waist, crushing me against his slick chest. “When they shot me, she acted quick. Covered the wound and used enough pressure to prevent me from losing too much blood until the team got to me. I was the first one out.”
    I traced the wound with a finger. “Does it hurt?”
    “Yes. Every time I move or swallow,” he admitted.
    Wanting to take his mind off the pain and get back into our celebratory mode, I leaned forward and kissed around the stitches, moving toward the front to his chest. “How about I make you feel better?”
    Wes grinned, his eyes sparkling with lust. He licked his lips, and I watched that slip of flesh longingly but there was another piece of him that demanded attention.
    Kissing his chest, I dragged my tongue down the center all the way to his navel before clambering to my knees on the cold wet tile. Wes grabbed the towel I’d hung over the stall and dropped it to the floor. Water splattered across the beige fabric, darkening it. I frowned, and he nodded down at my legs.
    “For your knees. I don’t want you hurt.”
    I smiled, shoved the folded towel under my knees, and gripped his hips. I leaned forward, sliding my open mouth all over his lower belly. He braced himself between the tile and glass on opposite sides. Eagerly, I wrapped my hand around the root of his cock and held firm. His shaft strained toward my face, the wide helmet tip just grazing the edge of my bottom lip. Without taking my eyes off his, I tongued the tiny slit.
    “Fuck!” He closed his eyes and groaned.
    “Open your eyes, Wes.” The words came out rushed and pained.
    One of his hands tunneled into the back of my hair, and he grabbed a handful. “Mia, sweetheart, I’m right here, waiting for my woman to wrap those pretty pink lips over my dick and make me forget everything but the sweet heaven of her mouth.”
    When Wes talked dirty during sex and used that commanding tone, I lost my mind. Ribbons of electricity sizzled at the tips of my fingers and down through my body to zap at my clit where it ached and throbbed.
    Before he could say another word, I took his fat cock down my throat in one go.
    “Sweet, fucking hell. So goddamned good.” He roared as I hollowed out my cheeks while tonguing the underside.
    I loved how vocal he was during sex. Made me feel like a queen to take my man to the height of bliss over and over again. Running my tongue along each side, I played with him. A litany of curse words and long drawn out sighs left his lips as I pleased him. Lifting a hand to his sac, I rubbed and rolled the heavy weight of his balls, taking him deep. He continued to fist my hair, which was a new sensation. Not something he’d done before. Almost if he were afraid I’d leave him hanging. Either that, or he wanted the control. Something niggled at the back of my neck as he thrust shallowly into my mouth.
    When I looked up, I didn’t like what I saw. His eyes were open, but they weren’t on me. They were staring blankly at the wall. I pulled back, and he tightened his hand in my hair, trying to force me back onto his cock. I wasn’t sure he was anywhere near the vicinity of our Malibu mansion in the hills or in this shower with me. Shaking my head, I jerked back hard, letting his cock slap against his abdomen.
    “Baby, come back to me,” I said over the sound of the water falling down around us. He didn’t respond. “Wes!” I spoke louder.
    He jolted and shook his head. “What’s the matter?” He blinked a few times and caressed my face with delicate touches, using only the pads of his fingers. That was better. More like the man I’d chosen to give my life to.
    “Eyes on me. I want you to watch me love you.”
    He smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d seen in what felt like forever. That smile was long walks on the beach, surfing in the ocean, eating gourmet dinners, making love, and kissing until our lips were chapped. It was my guy, alive and whole, completely with me in