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head to the right and gives me his dimpled smile, I can’t help but need him.
    “Come here,” he says.
    I stand while looking into his eyes. Holding my gaze, he slowly tugs at the edge of my shirt and slides his hands up my back. As if a train runs up my spine, my body shakes uncontrollably.
    “I think it’s time we get warmed up.”
    “Sounds like heaven to me.”
    He turns the shower on. It doesn’t take long before steam fills the room. The warmth just adds to the moment, heating up my already burning flesh.
    “Mind if I help you with your shirt?”
    I manage to nod as I raise my arms toward the ceiling. Cole lifts my shirt over my head, and I watch it fall to the floor. His eyes, still locked on mine, burn through me as he steps forward, closing the few inches left between us, and unhooks my bra in one quick motion. The straps slide off my shoulders, and it joins my shirt on the tile floor.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he says, soaking me up with eager eyes. His cheeks flush, and his dimples are so cute I want to kiss each of them.
    “I look like a lion with a wild mane.”
    But he just shakes his head at me. He brushes my hair away from my face and tucks it behind my ears. Then he kisses my neck slowly and gently, running his soft lips up and down the right side of my neck.
    I moan.
    He chuckles, and it vibrates against my skin. “You have a huge scrape here. Am I hurting you?” He traces around the tender part of my neck that was injured during the car’s tumble down the embankment.
    “No.”
    “Are you sure? Because you have bruising on both sides of your neck.”
    “It’s okay. They don’t hurt.”
    I allow my eyes to fall closed and tilt my head back as his hands make their way to the button on my pants, fiddling to get it undone. Once he succeeds, he pulls them toward the floor. One foot at a time, I step out of them. I can’t take it any longer. I reach down and take his head in my hands, urging him back up to me.
    “What?” he asks, desire coating his voice.
    “Your wrap, mind if I help you? I’ll do my best not to hurt you.”
    “Don’t worry, not gonna happen. When I’m with you like this, all I can feel is you.”
    “Is that so?” I ask in a flirtatious tone.
    My hands shake as I loosen the cloth binding his ribs, and my eyes settle on the road rash and bruises that cover his skin. Without hesitation, my lips lightly touch his wounds. Inch by inch, I brush my kisses over each spot. He runs his hands run through my hair as his breathing quickens with each kiss.
    I smile at him, and then he presses his lips to mine with such urgency and desperation my head spins. His lips are so warm and so soft, and I can taste the sweetness of his breath. Our lips part, and our tongues meet, and we kiss in unison like our mouths were meant for one another. He cups my face as I wrap my arms around his waist and press my fingers into his back. Our breaths quicken as our kisses become deeper. For a moment, everything is as it should be. I am lost in him.
    We continue to kiss. I feel a drip of what I think is sweat down my back—or maybe it’s the steam. Whatever it is, my flesh burns with desire.
    Smoothing my hair away from my face again, Cole drops his lips to mine, and our breathing goes haywire. I open my mouth slightly, inviting his tongue to graze mine, and as soon as our tongues touch, I shiver. He groans. It’s a connection I can’t explain, but instantly, it sends electricity through my veins and burns me to the core. His kisses become eager and harder. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pushes me up against the wall, overpowering me, which only sends my craving for him into overdrive.
    “Cole,” I say, almost breathless. “We should take this into the shower.”
    “Good idea.” He removes the rest of his clothing in a matter of seconds.
    We both get into the shower, and a few seconds pass before he wraps his arms around me and leans in, trapping me between him and the wall, again.
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